Dying Fletcher In a Hospital
He was later identified as Fletcher,
Still very bad on a stretcher:
Arrow wounds from an archer,
Who had taken him for a lecher:
Sure, for years, carrying on with his wife
And earlier threatened with a knife
With candid advice to reassess his life…
Only this morning The Archer for an arrow,
So that survival would be narrow;
For Fletcher he wouldn’t mind bombs wielding,
For a lecher, every building quaking…
A Dying Fletcher in a hospital
And in his condition his attacker saw little!
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