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Once
upon a morning cheery, while I labored, breath quite beery,
Over
many a nick and scratch on my red Miata's door
As
I polished, briskly buffing, sweat-bejeweled, wheezing, puffing,
Suddenly
I saw but nothing there upon my gray garage floor
To
distinguish my Miata from any other random four.
I'd
not noticed that before!
Panic
struck me in my breastbone! Quick I scurried for my cell phone,
Turned
it on and got a dialtone, called my favorite goodie store.
''Haste!'',
I said, ''Ship one cup-holder!'' Having said that, I grew bolder,
''Hold
on, Liz,'' is what I told her, ''They're cheaper if I order more?
Then
scratch out one, my dear'', I said, ''and put me down for
half-a-score.''
I'll
use them all quite soon, I'm sure.
Casting
glances o'er my shoulder, I saw my car seats looking older,
(In
places they'd begun to moulder) .... I'll need new covers soon,
I'll bet.
''Liz,
those fancy leather covers, they're much nicer than the others,
Ship
me two sets of those mothers .... with red embroidery, don't
forget.''
Some
tiny voice within me spoke: ''Be careful, or you'll soon be
broke!''
But
I'll save if I order more!
Before
I knew, I'd ordered stripes, and red braid covers for my pipes,
And
colored trim rings of all types .... and not just one of each, but
lots.
Ordering
by phone and fax, I stretched my credit to the max.
The
stuff came in by heaps and stacks, and filled my garage up. ''But
what's
Wrong
with that?'', I asked myself, as I stored goodies on the shelf.
I'm
savin' when I order more.
Then
one day came in the mail the bills that made my face go pale,
And
my plaintive voice to wail, ''How'd my fortune fall so far?''
How
can it be that these numbers grew so huge to wreck my slumbers?
Now
I've grown so debt-encumbered, to pay I'll have to sell my car!
When
these creditors come knocking, seems to me they're only mocking.
Savings
from my ordering more.
As
I watched my Miata towed, sold cheap to pay the money owed,
From
burning eyes salt rivers flowed .... that little car was dear to
me!
I
now quite clearly recognize, I'd bought too damned much
merchandise.
Miataphiles,
if you are wise, you'll heed my story and my plea:
Before
disaster on you falls, beware that siren voice that calls,
"To
save, you've got to order more!''
(apologies
to Edgar Allan Poe...)
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