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My Car
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My Car |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
My car Jostling looking buying A market place one morning A monday morning tired and haggard And my car was lost amongst the awnings and the haggling Alas no car - had they built a market around my prized possession Had a thief broke my security to transport my car into heaven In vain I sought the police Awaiting outside a door Until in error I opened it and amidst abuse closed it But a lady at the office With a tongue of velvet Identified my car Had moved from a policeman's helmet And though I had been told That my car had never been seen It was tracked to a back garden In Brussels And transposed Like a dream And on payment of a sum My car became my own And move from a back garden That the police had never owned Nor seen Notes for those interested My car disappeared after I parked in a square that became a market on a Monday morning, the police denied ever seeing it or moving it or knowing where it was,in the outskirts of Brussels. A lovely lady in the Company I was working for, did the sweetness and it was tracked down to someone's back garden some miles away. I paid the guy the haulage fee and penalty, once he managed to get out of the bar at about 10.00 am. The police apparently didn't know that it ever existed but the payment was faxed to them. Bodger |
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Angelheart Senior Member
since 2005-09-08
Posts 754Jacksonville,FL USA |
very interesting. thanks for sharing. Poetry can get you very far |
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