Hillary’s Steamless Engine
Huff and puff
Snort and sniffle
“Old news… next question”
Gallons of whiskey rotted
the old crooked windbag
Hardly a muscle left to flog her
admirers with another hortative hoot
About “Old News.”
Such magnificent alliteration. Well done old pal.
Your poem about Steamboat Hillary reminded me of the hortative complaints about choo-choo trains:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/3617265/posts
Despite my hortative nudging and pulling, my good dog refused to go out into the swirling snow and -10 degree windchill.