Lucille bought herself a three-wheeled trike
Better for her than a two-wheel bike
Her age was catching up
When she had a slip-up
Running over a three-year-old tyke.
Police charged Lucille with manslaughter
With no jail time, thanks to her daughter
Quashing spectacles,
No more vehicles
And keeping off the police blotter.
Written July 17, 2022
I’m from Toronto on police blotter.
Coppers after me for killing a man.
I’m not doing time for slight manslaughter,
a debt I’m not paying, mate, that’s my plan.
I like a snug place to stay where I can
make some dollars doing fishing helping
Steve on Miramichi River’s nice span.
A past keen friend likes there be none matching.
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