Only I could think that it would come true.
That Eddie Flumdum one day would rule
The Bohemian Rhapsody would B.O.H.I.C.A.
Don’t eat that carrot who knew where it’s been
© 2016 Michael Yost 02/11
Only I could think that it would come true.
That Eddie Flumdum one day would rule
The Bohemian Rhapsody would B.O.H.I.C.A.
Don’t eat that carrot who knew where it’s been
© 2016 Michael Yost 02/11
Posted in Poetry
Tagged betrayal, Children's Wishes, Crying, Deceptions, Expectations, Faith, Michael Yost