Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2000/01/21
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]- -----Original Message----- From: Alexey Merz [SMTP:alexey@webcom.com] Sent: 21 January 2000 04:30 To: leica-users@mejac.palo-alto.ca.us Subject: Leica poetry Write poetry about how great your M4 feels or about how the M6 meter saved (or failed) your ass under some interesting shooting situation. Alexey ========================== Alexey, what a civilising suggestion. My M4 feels great, No I don't mean grate It's really first rate That my M4's my mate My M6 is black When I shoot I attack I'm on the right track For not sending it back My M3 is chrome And I keep it at home Except when I roam Near sand sea and foam I had an M2 That was far from being new But when it was stolen The air turned blue I bought an M1 For a pittance, my son, Repairing, once done, Meant I'd have some fun My M5 was battered Almost quite knackered I should have considered Getting it lacquered. I started with a Two One of the few All of my Leicas Have never been new Jem (actually I've never had an M4, and I only have the M6 and M3 now)