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September 4, 2013
She lent him her new Hopper Jetstream,
as he’d begged to ride it around the block.
He returned with the front wheel buckled,
and himself, in a state of shock!
He’d swerved to avoid a pensioner,
and as the brakes went into a lock,
he sailed head first over the handle bars,
as the bike careered off into a rock.
Her father came outside looking furious,
as soon as the bike he did clock.
‘Whatever possessed you to lend it to Angus’
he said. ‘I’ll have words with his father, Jock’.
In tears she ran indoors to her mother,
who comforted her as she took stock,
of the unfortunate situation,
as Angus limped off at a galloping trot.
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