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Array ( [sid] => 185161 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Edsel [time] => 2018-05-30 03:00:22 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I own something that makes my life a living hell.
I/'/ve become a social outcast because I drive an Edsel.
When I drive it, I hope that I/'/m having a nightmare, I hope I/'/m only dreaming.
When women see it, they won/'/t go out with me and they can/'/t stop screaming.
Ford almost became a laughing stock because they made this automobile.
This is a car that nobody will buy and it/'/s something that nobody will steal.
When I try to trade it in at car lots, the dealers shout.
I try to calm them down but they always cuss me out.
You/'/d better believe me when I say that this car is hated by all of humanity.
Why did I buy it in the first place, it must have been temporary insanity. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 70 [topic] => 7 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )

Edsel

Contributed by randyjohnson on Wednesday, 30th May 2018 @ 03:00:22 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

I own something that makes my life a living hell.
I/'/ve become a social outcast because I drive an Edsel.
When I drive it, I hope that I/'/m having a nightmare, I hope I/'/m only dreaming.
When women see it, they won/'/t go out with me and they can/'/t stop screaming.
Ford almost became a laughing stock because they made this automobile.
This is a car that nobody will buy and it/'/s something that nobody will steal.
When I try to trade it in at car lots, the dealers shout.
I try to calm them down but they always cuss me out.
You/'/d better believe me when I say that this car is hated by all of humanity.
Why did I buy it in the first place, it must have been temporary insanity.

Copyright © randyjohnson ... [ 2018-05-30 03:00:22]
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Re: Edsel (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 4th July 2019 @ 08:23:25 AM AEST
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sometimes I feel
misbegotten
like I got nothing
to sell no more

the push button
to start the car
you just have to
stop and guess
that there
would be a
monopoly
with all the
means of
mass production
and sometimes
it seems
like the worker
is going to hell
because their
spirit is lost
because when
they can/'/t support
anyone
but at least
they made
some cars
that people
bought

old guys,
old gals,

and mass
transit

the internet
and social
media

And
Poetry
too
Little Boy
Blue
Peace!

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