ok, it's still Friday where i are and you folks are awful quiet out
there.
so here goes nuthin ... :)

  SONNET #43

     From the Portuguese Man-of-War
     By Lizzie Barrel Browning .50 cal.

  How do I drive thee? Let me count the ways.
  I drive thee to the length and breadth and height
  My bumpers reach, when feeling, not by sight,
  For the ends of other Cars in parking space.

  I drive thee by the headlights glowing trace
  At Dawn, and Dusk, and yawning dead of Night.
  I drive thee slowly, in the lanes upon the Right;
  I drive thee quickly, when in Rushing Hour's Race.

  I drive thee with a verve I seldom choose
  In other cars, when out upon the Lanes;
  But then a Calm descends upon my Brain,
  And daily Woes and Worries oft I lose.

  So, all in all, I drive thee with the Smiles,
  And shall but drive thee more, for years and miles.

   SONNET #8,349.2  (Name Game)

   From the Sonnets from the Manganese
   by Lizzie Barrel Browning .50 cal.

   How shall I call thee? What shall be thy Name?
   The name of Roses matters not to those
   Who smell the Flower's sweet Perfume and close
   Their eyes to fondly see a Face again.

   Should Names reflect some Memories of Olde?
   Or attributes of Strength, or Skill, or Dare?
   Or should I give thee ancient names to wear
   Of People, Places, Things in Tales still told?

   Or should a  Name be new, and picked from Now?
   A chosen Symbol of the Modern Times?
   Somewhere, Someone, Something - a Name that mimes
   Our View of Life to all somehow.

   But thou art naught but steel, glass and rubber ...
   Eureka, That's it: thy name is Bubba!!

:)
unca joel