Pumberly Pott’s Unpredictable Niece by Jack Prelutsky
Pumberly Pott’s unpredictable niece
declared with her usual zeal
that she would devour, by piece, after piece,
her uncle’s new automobile.
She set to her task very early one morn
by consuming the whole carburetor;
then she swallowed the windshield, the headlights and horn,
and the steering wheel just a bit later.
She chomped on the doors, on the handles and locks,
on the valves and the pistons and rings;
on the air pump and fuel pump and spark plugs and shocks,
on the brakes and the axles and springs.
When her uncle arrived she was chewing a hash
made of leftover hoses and wires
(she’d just finished eating the clutch and the dash
and the steel-belted radial tires).
“Oh, what have you done to my auto,” he cried,
“you strange unpredictable lass?”
“The thing wouldn’t work, Uncle Pott,” she replied,
and he wept, “It was just out of gas.”