Once upon a solemn day,
I believe it was the month of
May,
A man, I knew not of his name,
Was strolling down an unknown
lane.
He himself looked quite
distraught
Of the reason I know not.
He went into an unknown store.
It began to be a bore
As I waited on the curb.
He appeared then with an
unknown herb.
The man proceeded down the
street
Sometimes tripping on his feet.
The man was caught by then
surprise.
You should've seen his widened
eyes.
There is one thing I know for
sure,
The object, though, was a blur
As it struck him in the back.
The doctors claim 'twas heart
attack
Although I could have swore
The license plate which it wore
Read 6A8 93B.
