Burnt Wienie worthy: An Uncle Gus special

Nominee: Gus Krociel
Nominator: Sandy Kirkwood
Year: 1975

Under a weeping willow tree
the '58 Chevy stood.
The car, as mighty as it was,
had Joe's recharged battery under the hood
and for the past several years
was parked at Kirkwoods' on blocks of wood.

The owner came one balmy Sunday afternoon
to take it to St. Paul.
He chained it on behind a van
and prepared it for the haul,
being fearful that without being towed,
there was danger of a stall.

Merrily it proceeded down the road,
its master at the wheel,
who was smiling at all they met,
hardly able to control his zeal
at having his treasure home at last.
His happiness was real.

Suddenly sirens could be heard
from somewhere in the rear,
and in a few seconds,
a patrol car did appear.
"I don't know what's happening!" Gus exclaimed,
"but I sure could use a beer!"

"Whose car is this, that's been weaving
back and forth across the center line?"
Without a moment's hesitation,
Gus replied, "It's mine, it's mine!"
And he promptly was presented
with a $50 fine.

"I'm afraid your little journey
will have to be delayed
until you get some no-fault
and your license fee is paid."
So Gus stopped at Millers'
and the message was relayed.

He asked for a drink of water,
which some of you may doubt,
and as he ran to Kulseths',
Alverna heard him shout,
"I'm sure glad I had in-laws
all along the route!"

I hope this little rhyme
hasn't left you bored.
Please consider our brother-in-law
nominated for the Burnt Wienie Award.
After all is said and done,
just think, he could have had a Ford.