Dementia a Riding
Dementia
riding
Riding on dementias
horse,
will it get me yes
of course?
Dropped me on the
bullock tracks,
has me brain got
bloody cracks,
cant find the tomato
sauce?
Dementias horse is
mean ya know,
bump him along, he's
getting slow,
a touch of spur to
get a grip,
play some chess,
don't give me lip,
me minds at stake
yes/no,
keep the weevils off
me hat,
wake up shooting
bloody rats,
no time 4 bloody
heart attacks,
jigsaw puzzle on she
goes?
Now it's getting
flipping worse,
is that bloody *****
a nurse?
get ya hands off me
ole purse,
piddle time, I
know???
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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