The lights were red
My mind said go
My legs led
The road slowed

I streamed my thoughts
They gave no clue
Flying high
Tied up too

Accelerating quickly
Without moving an inch
Feeling so silly
At a pinch

The white line grew
Into a wall
I stared aghast
I’m not that tall

Quickly I flew
The wall smiled
It would do
I’m toast

My white coffin was carried
By ladies in green
My bride never married
Didn’t seem bothered

The mourners in yellow
Were laughing aloud
A few could not bellow
Stuffing food

Some prayed for forgiveness
A few applauded my sins
The speeches were rubbish
Hadn’t learned a thing

The grass was green
The earth was brown
The box went down
Nowt more to be seen

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