I'm only supposed to eat carrots
and carry large loads for no pay,
so winching me up the Cathedral
was not in my plans for the day.
The crowd below seemed quite excited
as over their heads I shot past,
till the zip wire could bear me no longer
then it was my turn to kick Ass.
To say I was grateful to those folk
who cushioned my fall, there's no doubt.
So I left them a gift for their rose beds- I hope that it all washes out.
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015
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