PS Magazine - TB 43-PS-577
PS, The Preventative Maintenance Monthly
ISSUE 577
DECEMBER 2000
All the windows were
dark
.
Quiet snow filled the
air
,
As he
slipped
past the
fence at the motor pool
there
.
"This will be my first stop,"
old private Grinch
hissed
As he climbed through
a window, empty bags in
his
fist
.
Then he
slithered
and
slunk
,
as he grinned like a
fool
,
'Round the motor pool building,
and he took
every tool
!
Lube Orders! Grease guns!
Wrenches and
pliers
!
TM
s
! Spare parts! Oil cans
and
tires
!
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He stuffed them in
bags
.
And wouldn't you
know
!
Right into the
back
of his
old truck
did they
go
!
At a quarter past
dawn
...
With his back in
sad shape
,
private Grinch climbed
in his truck, And
made
his
escape
.
Past the gate and up the
side of a mountain he
drove
,
As he looked for a place
to dump the
PM treasure trove
.
Three thousand feet up,
the engine
gave up
and
died
,
private grinch set
the brake,
having
finally arrived
.
He loaded some
bags
And an old
box
or
two
On his ramshackle
truck
And toward Camp Who-ville
he
flew
!
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