He flew through windows
He flew off bikes.
He flew from soft seats to hard rocks
On several flights.
He dared Doctor Death.
Poked him with a stick.
The bad doctor snatched it and
Rubbed off bark via poop shoot wick.
Ooh, that smarts!
The Bad Doctor’s sick.
But so’s nit wit.
For pushing shit.
To a calamatous culmination.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Get your tickets ready please!
Oh uh, hello there. How you doing?
Listen, my name is Barry and I'm the Conductor on this train so if you need anything, you just ask me, okay?
The bathrooms are right over there and please, pick up after yourself on account of I clean the place, too.
And uh, seeing as you're not from around here I'll just tell you straight out - although every story you might hear on this train is true, some stories are "truer" than others, if you can read between the rails...
Anyway, thanks for stopping by and, y'all come back now, y'hear?
Have a grand day, friend.
Barry Williams
Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
barryhappywilliams@gmail.com
