Friday, March 29, 2013

Last Lament of Whinging Pom.


Last Lament of Whinging Pom.

T'was just Christmas last.
When you came to me.
Wrapped so nicely.
A  bikethrone.
I did see.
Alas.
It was not meant to last.
A love cut short.
A lament for the past.
Never did I get.
To feel you close to me.
It's now been 2 months.
Since shoulder surgery.
Last night while I slept.
Ear plugs inserted.
Some stranger stole you.
The British Edition included.
A motel.
CCTV.
Fingers crossed.
We will see.
Bairnsdale!
Police!
Optimistic.
Maybe?
I could cry.
If I like.
10 days without a bike.
What shall I do.
Oh how I loved you.
To the Scunner who stole you.
WTF.
I Wish You The Very Badest Of Luck.

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