THE LIGHTNING STRIKE AND MY WHEELS

There was a blasted lightning strike,

It blew apart my motorbike,

I didn't at all care, 

I had one to spare,

It has three wheels, and called a trike.

HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN

The cars on the highway started to beep,

So I had to go out and move my sheep,

Cars are evil and chilling,

They do sheep roadkill killing,

Then at the end of the day, I weep.

NANCY LOVES HER BITUMEN

Nancy loved her bitumen drive,
It was better than gravel and it kept her alive,
When the bitumen had a hole,
Nancy about lost her soul,
She missed a tree and a ditch to survive.
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