Topic: Bill & Dondra Went Moving
I've been following Bill and Dondra's move as reported by Bill. well I got an idea for a poem (rhyme) about the "accident?" and knowing Bill has a good sense of humour this came to me so I thought (hoped) he and Dondra would appreciate it.
Bill and Dondra Went Moving.
Bill and Dondra went moving.
To a new home, not far away.
They packed up their things in the evening.
Then began moving the very next day.
Bill took down his drum kit.
Packed his beloved guitars.
Gently transporting to the new home.
Like I said it wasn't that far.
Now drums are quite light for the most part.
If you drop them they'll roll down a hill.
But big shiney cymbals are heavy.
And awkward and nasty as well.
So, one of these nasty, big cymbals.
Been beaten by Bill all these years.
Tripped Bill in a doorway, not thinking.
Left Bill in a heap on the floor.
Bill and Dondra went moving.
To a new home not far away.
Bill was covered in cuts, lumps and scrapes.
And bruises, and egg on his face.
So those nasty big cymbals.
Got bent and thrown in the trash.
Will he ever play the drums again?
Or just stick to the guitar?