How about a ode to AutoPuzzles. Anyone else care to add a verse or two?
'Twas early on the morning, I got an e-mail warning, another puzzle had appeared.
I opened up a browser, used my wireless mouse, sir, to see the newest puzzles here.
Oh, heavens! It’s another Seven. What will my fellow Puzzlers think?
The dependency on kit cars, by polyglots from afar, will surely drive us all to drink!
One more miss-cloned Countach is bound to start a backlash the likes of which we’ve never seen.
Is that puzzler a subscriber, to “Icelandic Car & Driver” my least favorite auto magazine?
Their unique and fuzzy articles, and tiny pics like particles, will fill the “Black Hole” to the rim.
Until my dearest buddy, a hardy soul quite ruddy, pulls the other copy out of the bin.
What shall we make of big lots, low-volume coachbuilt Fiats, two living souls have ever spied?
And over-chromed white walled cars, part of the past tail-fins farce, from when Ike was someone we all liked?
Home built abominations, esthetically-challenged creations, so long gone and far way.
Those hungry hungry termites, tin-worms and meteorites, thankfully sent them to their graves.
This place, unique and quirky, I think we can all agree, we’d not have it any other way.
My online home is this place, the challenges I dig, grace my favorite place to start my day.
