Buck and Skip

Our Poem

Whoa now my beauty, the sun has dried the tan,
The Guv might keep us waiting, but we're all within his plan,
We'll work out in a moment, now don't you take a hold
There's no need to give a buck, we know you're strong and bold
You'll soon stretch your legs, feel the wind brush your side
So just settle down and give me a quieter ride.


Verse by Mary Lascelles