Bick's Epitaph Poem by David Welch

Bick's Epitaph



They call him Bick,
his girls turn tricks,
he dresses real slick,
he don't take lip,
and don't give a lick.
Fast with his fists,
he got shot real quick,
I'd say ‘Poor Bick, '
but he was a dick.

Monday, March 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: epitaph,humorous,light poetry,rhyme,silly
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