Lest you end up on the deck.
When will the cycle of pomposity end?
Light years from Labrador.
O death,where is thy sting?
Kilty as charged.
Always leave ’em guessing.
Like a lamb to the hawker.
But beware the bypassed hops handler.
As we hop to the cenotaph.
Likes to leave an impression.
While checking the rearview.