Inventor Poem by George Hunter

Inventor



There was a man from South Bending
With a fertile mind always rending
—A thousand inventions and stuff
—So much more than enough
And this Irishman's name was Pat. Pending.

He patented so much gear
That it was perfectly clear
—He just wanted his name
—To go down in fame
And on each new thing to appear.

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