The Rate Of Bonnie And Clyde Poem by Dorsey Baker
The Rate Of Bonnie And Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
Down the road
They did drive
Did not know
It would be
Their last ride
Policemen
Waiting to kill
Very soon
Bonnie and Clyde
Their bodies
Will
Be lying still!
Without warning! The bullets fly
Bonnie and Clyde
They have to die!
But they will live forever
Because their memory!
It cannot be erased
Bonnie and Clyde
Doomed to die
The rate of death
It could never
Be escaped!
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