Monday, May 21, 2012


Uncle Peter lost his car today,
The thief was not too kind.
He left him in the ditch to lay,
By the rusted bicycle wheel.

Uncle Peter got mugged today,
His phone and wallet was taken
He went home angry & empty handed
His wife was not pleased with him.

Uncle Peter cut himself today,
He was hating being alive.
Too much pain he had already felt
A little more couldn't hurt.

Uncle Peter had an accident today,
There was nothing left of him.

1 comment:

  1. Felt sad while reading but as usual, awesomely written.