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Bard To The Bone
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(Bard..Olde English for Poet)
by
The Ironhorse Writer
©2000/2006
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On my first day of school
Teacher called out to me
Said, ‘This is the alphabet
It shall set you free’
She went to her desk
Dialed the rotary phone
Told my Mom and Dad
‘Your sons bard to the bone’
My parents weren’t stupid
But they thought she meant bad
Til they leaned the true meaning
Which made us all glad
A weaver of words
Apparently prone
Somehow she knew
I was bard to the bone
The years flew by
Yet fate and chance
Brought us together
All circumstance
She approved of my ‘lifestyle’
But in that ‘academic’ tone
Said, ‘The A, B, C’s of Old School
Made you bard to the bone’
I’ll never forget her
Be it as it should
With all due respect
To Mr. Thorogood
The words here in
Are mine and mine alone
For only a Biker Poet
Is truly bard to the bone.
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