Beccleodion
A sweet stop,
A place to hop,
On board the broom,
To zoom from what?
A place to play carefully,
And make you way through,
Sometimes you are scathed, true,
If you are go to a bar and,
look far to see me coz,
I ain’t there I am somewhere,
else is a place not far away but it could be miles,
4 to be exact,
Why did I ever make that pact,
Backed up a bit then I sit,
writing >this<,
Why?
David A. Robertson 1.9.18
