Old Walking Stick
My Walking Stick size 6 foot.
My trusty old walking stick.
It helps me walk with my sore hip.
I like to call it my magic staff.
If trouble comes I will use my staff to kick some ass.
My staff does many things.
It helps me walks, it keeps me safe from thief’s.
The last thug that did something wrong.
Has gotten two broken legs and one broken arm.
Me and my old walking stick are best of friends.
Sometime my stick walks me while I am following him.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
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