Whene'er us boys were younger Our father drove a car With four wheels, one each corner, It took us really far. A friend at church we went to, Whene'er us boys were 'wee' He too did drive a vehicle But wheels - had only THREE. And where dad's car had TWO doors Each side and opposite, This vehicle just had ONE door With young boys, was a 'hit'. So we would wait for Mervyn, Two minute drive, 'twas all, But 'cause it looked so different,
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies