i had a used car
we called the tank
it just rolled on and on
till my youth was gone
and the guitar in the back
crackles on the fire
and santa lost his sack
but i've got his spare tire
i had a bottle of rum
we called the dagda
it just poured on and on
till my youth was gone
and the guitar in the back
crackles on the fire
and santa lost his sack
but i've got his spare tire
i had a fountain pen
we called pandora
it bleed till my youth was gone
now i won't go on and on
and the guitar in the back
crackles on the fire
and santa lost his sack
but i've got his spare tire
i had a new guitar
it came out of santa's sack
i played till it's strings were gone
but the music doesn't go on and on
and the guitar in the back
crackles on the fire
and santa lost his sack
but i've got his spare tire
©bg 2023
Well…great stuff
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Nice poem! Put a smile on my face 🤝🌹
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