Serendipity Poem by Bryan Taplits

A terrible ride, a sad demise
A rainy road too slickly,
The drink so good- and he thought he could- but
RIP
Serendipity.

A magic room so she got her broom
And cackled, I guess, too quickly
She crashed- though slow- but since the window was closed
She‘s now a 'witches brew' and-
Serendipity

His stentorian tones all oiled
The politician huffed all his pity,
As he left the stage he lost his way
Backwards he fell-
Without so much as a yell. Oh well,
Serendipity.

The contoured socialite she had to have a bite
She comforted herself with, 'Oh well. I'm still witty, '
But since her girdle had no surcease it exploded in relief
She's now Swan Lake…
…And that's Serendipity.