A Car with No Squeaks

Big nose, little respect: 
Big mouth, big troubles. 
Big “I’s,” little “you’s”. 
(Yes, there is one more verse, and No, this is not a sing along.)

It could be, as some have mused, that “One’s natural manner is one’s best suit,” except that most people spend their lives in apparent search for just their wardrobe closet.  (Why I’ve seen many a full life quest just for one’s proper shirt size.)

You sure ain’t gonna accomplish much by prefacing the unveiling of your art by assuring the crowd that they’re not going to understand it.

He who seeks a car with no squeaks is forever doomed to ride the bus.

And lo, it was said, “Tis a good man who never stumble,” and I might add, one with cast iron ankles.

J.