Old Shen came roaring into town,
the cops hot on his tail.
He ditched his pick-up in the hay
and hid behind a bale.
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Fantastic poem, Kim. I don't think my youth was quite a colorful as yours, but maybe I forgot some.: -)
Thanks, Spock. I know I have forgotten some things, but once in a while I remember things that happened decades ago. This is one example of that.
I covered several of my escapades in a long poem about a cat and it's lives I have about one life left maybe Thank you for this episode
Thanks for the comment, Wes. I'm sorry I didn't reply while you were still active on this website!