Monday, 7 August 2017

My Mate Nearly At Heaven’s Gate

Peter drinks too much,
He is sadly out of touch
With how to behave
Leading him to the grave.

A year to live the doctor said
With Peter being off his head,
He has now laid his bed
Expecting soon to be dead.

He has lived life with strife
And has tossed the dice
To decide to act nice
Or act like ice with a price.

He will make you pay
For acting in affray
As he has responsibility
With respectability.

He has honour in his name,
And while he is diagnosed as insane,
He still plays the respectful game
Of being humbly and modestly tame.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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