Michael Burke's, A friend of mine. Is accident prone, Some of the time. The other driver's, In their wrecks. Are drawn to him, Like big magnets. It's never his fault, So he says. He winds up being, The one who pays. He's had so many, Cars of late. He can't even, Get a date. He drives real careful, Dreadfully slow. He never sees them, Till the blow. He's very cautious, When he drives. He knowsI told how precious, Are our lives. But yet it never, Seems to fail. The law abiding, Land in jail.
Reason for writing:
I advised my friend Mike to buy a used Army Tank.
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