Poetry Blog by Cynthia Buell Thomas
There is a hill in Bermuda
Very high and steep
With a narrow road from top to bottom
That twists like a preying python.
'Ass Hill' they called it.
And I fully agreed:
You would be a total ass
To negotiate it if you didn't have to
At a mere creep
Praying for reliable brakes
And no traffic from the opposite direction.
I called it Ass Hill for years
Wednesday 9th January 2019 3:42 pm