10th Anniversary Party Welcome
Come in from the snow and the cold
The party is here, so I’m told
The door is unlocked
There’s no need to knock
For Kibitzers both young (50?) and old
The Students are Only as Good as Their Prof
To his design clas last year
Dr. Peshkin said, “Build me a mirror!”
Tough they toiled and they tried
Their fine training aside
The right design never appeared
Kibitzer Stories Never Grow Old (Only Kibitzers Do)
Whenever the Kibitzers meet
They bike. They tell stories. They eat
But if you miss a story
There is no need to worry
The stories repeat and repeat
The Original Kibitzer Pair
The original Kibitzer pair
Is Al Klinger and his nephew Jer.
One likes high
One likes low.
But wherever they go
A deep love for each other they share.
Now Jerry, the Kibitzers’ starter
Is one hell of an excellent farter
When in cycling togs,
He’ll claim he hears frogs
But the Kibitzers, ah, they are smarter
The temperature was like an inferno
The Kibitzer was burning like sterno
He rode a fast pace
With wind in his face
And bonked on his way to Buongiorno
The Kibitzer went out to Explore
Road hazards he tends to Ignore
He rode with great passion
With no fear of crashin’
An ran right smack into a Door
He can make a glass pane feel tactile
And touch-screen data entry more agile
Keeps stroke patients vertical
And meat cutters cheerful
Designing robots that no one can rival.
The Kibitzers met for a party
And certainly partied quite hearty
They all dashed outside
To go for a ride
But found they’d all gotten too lardy
These guys ain’t nobody’s fools
They bring food and water and tools
They know they’ll be fine
If they just toe the line
Always following Jerry’s rules
They camp in a beautiful spot
Have fun more often than not
Eat plenty of beans
And pasta and greens
And then top it off with some pot.
Michael found altitude sickness a bore
He kvetched about pelvic fractures much more,
Then he was bugged with a tumor
That caused him ill humor
And left him feeling sore.
The Kibitzer found he had a mass
That required anesthesia gas
He woke from a state of delirium
Relieved to see his Miriam
Cause damn he loved that sweet lass
Miriam had vowed no more mutt
But that was before a pain in the butt
Who attacked her with calls
That had her after his balls,
If she had half a chance she would cut.
A Kibitzer on a bike what a joy
Whether city or the way to the St. Croix.
No ride would be complete
Without breakfast to eat
To change would be labeled a ploy.
Michael Peshkin 50th Limerick
A Kibitzer named Michael just turned fifty
A half century gone by not a pity
An inventor with a flare
With energy to spare
Here’s to your riding on until ninety.