Bradley Lane Poet Rhyme

Terry and Sage

There was a man,
Who lived in wales,
Lived a boring life,
And worked in sales.

He went to the pub,
Almost every day,
At night he came home,
On the sofa, he’d lay.

Chippy every Friday,
He’d have for his teas 
Chips and gravy,
And a tub full of peas

He had an umbrella,
To battle the gails,
After all he lived,
In the hills of Wales.

A quiet little village,
The community so sweet,
Surrounded by fields,
Of barley and wheat.

A picturesque place,
A postcard place,
A place to put,
A smile on your face.

His name was terry,
Lived to a ripe old age,
Of ninety four,
Like his wife, Sage.

A boring old life,
But the best that they had,
Enjoyed every minute,
Not a moment being sad.

Terry and sage,
Grew up together,
Shared the umbrella,
And battled the weather.

The nice old lady,
Terry working on sales,
Had the best life,
At a village in wales

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