Doppleganger
And Arthur sometimes often saw,
A fella lonesome and for sure,
Who could maybe misinform,
His double maybe more.
Becalmed, began to understrum,
The reason for this meeting,
He looked a little bit less young,
“Probably needed to be hung,
Yes that is what he’s needing.”
The preacher scowling passed the plate,
“give back the money that you stole,
The devil will you incinerate,
Perhaps we’ll save you soul”
Strange talk in church he’s hearing,
He grabbed the preacher, Christmas holt,
To stop him interfering,
And then he did the bolt,
Rode off with Hasting Deering
Would his double keep appearing?
Don Johnson 4-jul-11
Matt Caliri contest Doppleganger
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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