Boys Toys!

Photo taken by Carolyn Cordon

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Resting Place

Look at her what a beautiful beast she must have been,

Judging by her cover she’s had her last run,

Just look at her will you, she must have been loved by someone.

Pulled apart and put back many times I suspect,

Even in this pitiful state I can see she was much love.

What or should I say who brought her here to this spot?

Such a beautiful but lonely spot to die,

I see like any murder they robed her of anything of value,

Torn from her bashed-up shell any organs they could sell,

If it could be sold the thugs taken it!

Wasted! I can still see her multicoloured skits dancing,

In the cool summer afternoon breeze still,

Full of life she danced before speeding off,

Leaving the other girls standing blowing wolf whittles,

Her splendour colourful coat fails to mourn her death.