Barney McGrew

Posted on January 9, 2013

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Barney McGrew was a funny chap
Had far too many mishaps
No matter what he tried
Always felt he was fried

He thought on the positive side
From the bad he would hide
Or at least if he could
Keeping spirits high for good

But fate and old enemy of his
Playing with his darkest fears
No matter how he fought
No defence against this evermore

He lives in hope though
As you never know
What may be down the road
Or round the corner from home

Maybe he’ll be an actor
Or a famous writer?
Maybe something important
He’ll just have to find that portal

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Posted in: Poetry