The Ride Home.
I took a ride home
And saw a wooden bed
Collapsed in vertigo
The bed head bashed in.
I took a ride home
And saw a wooden bed
The dog that didn't care
Pissed on wooden beds' leg.
I took a ride home
And saw a wooden bed
Clearly thrived on,without losing its decadence,comfort and lustre.
I took a ride home
And head 2 head we met
2 wooden brethrens
Destined 2 never want more in-bred beds.
©18/09/2021. Wired6.
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