Three Wooden Crosses
beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses
such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses
fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen
mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow
waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent
out comes the beer and the weed
being such fools tossing around the seeds
ran a stop sign just up the road
got smashed by a trucker hauling a load
spun the car into a lamp post
now three bodies linger around as ghost
but the beauty queen did survive
by wearing her seatbelt and thanks god shes alive
Please Talk To Your Kids
Drinking And Driving Dont' Mix
And Alway's Remember That Seatbelt
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2009
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