When Mum met my Stepdad he was nice
One day he went away to work
And never came back
If he was still alive he'd have come back
Especially as he was a really good driver
He had a pick-up truck
I can still remember the registration number:
777
It had a white cabin
And the back was green with a trailer
It was fully loaded when he left.
Wonderful poem! Thank you!
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