Ricky The Rock

Ricky The Rock


Ricky the Rock sat high on a hill
Pondering evil and no goodwill
Why do you always devise a plan
To constantly fight your fellow man

No one to guide him on the right trail
Ricky the Rock was certain to fail
From the day he was a mere stone
The lonely pebble lived all alone

Ricky saw a gun on his TV
He exclaimed, "That is the thing for me!"
With that I can rob, steal, and plunder
I'll render the whole town asunder

Ricky's crimes became legendary
His reign of terror quite contrary
Stripes, and bars, and a cold steel cell
Ricky the Rock had a story to tell

One day they brought a mean sledgehammer
Ricky's brave speech became a stammer
With one fell blow he turned into dust
A lesson to be learned by all of us

Ricky the Rock sat high on a hill
Pondering evil and no goodwill


@Copyrighted December 4, 2015 by Brett Matthew West
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