1998 For a friend

The Message

He bought himself a motorbike
By golly, his face glowed!
Those on a motorcycle-
King of the road...

It was his daily chatter
Oh glory, would he speak!
Of that bike he did own
Zip-zippin', one whole week!

Just one week, by thunder
When his bike did slip
And tossed him a-flyin'
In a bloomin' belly flip!

But he woke up, by golly
A-feelin' none too merry
A-lookin' at a stone
In a cemetery!

Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-31 at 13:02

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
What a sad story! Iam so sorry for your friend, but the poem is very cute.