THE $65 LS-4 Testo

This morning while reading my copy Of the latest Sailplane Racing News The classified had a most curious ad For a glider brand new never used I read with suspicious amusement what seemed like a wild stroke of luck "LS-4A" it said, "Must sell" the ad read, "Total package, 65 bucks." Well I was use to this newsletter's typos But I called up that number straightway "What response have you had to your classified ad?" She said, "None, your the first call today." I said "There's been a mistake in my copy, They've printed your price wrong somehow" "No, no" replied she, "They checked that with me" I said, "Don't sell that plane, I'm leaving now. She lived in a part of the city, That folks like me only pass through Airline captains, bank presidents, And doctors are the residents And the houses are massive and new As I turned up her half mile long driveway, there in the heat of the day In the bright sunlight gleamed The plane of my dreams, just 65 dollars away The cockpit was lined in white sheepskin, The instruments carefully placed A computer you read on a tiny TV and the 10-function program worked great A small fridge in the front of the trailer Dispensed either water or wine Draft beer or ice tea, But what was boggling to me was for 65 bucks it was mine! I thought that the woman must be crazy To be selling this plane at that price But as she walked down the lane she seemed perfectly sane, She was charming and really quite nice She smiled with complete satisfaction As she handed me the title and the keys I said, "I've just got to know, why you've let this thing go. What's wrong with the plane, tell me please!" She said "I'll be fifty next Tuesday. I've lived here with my husband Earl. After thirty years wed, without a word said He left me for a young teenage girl. But with his credit cards here on the table, I knew she'd be hard to maintain Last night from Florida he, sent a wire to me, said 'I need money, dear, sell the plane'!"