A Grieving Widow
Her husband ran across a road;
The bus was speeding, so I’m told,
And squashed him flat.
She wished she had the heart to cry,
His ashes in her mouth and eye;
She only spat.
For Susan’s The Blues tail rhyme contest
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2014
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