norway houseA Poem by Leroy SinclairNorway houseNorway House My brothers.......... On our warpath......... From Manitoba...... Down to California Hunting my imposter Mr Richard Burnish Pretendin' to be me Leroy Sinclair, on the radio I called him He made promises.... Promising two cartons of cigarettes Two boxes of beer and a bottle of liquor....... Instead I get cheap beads A pair of mucklucks and a dream catcher Tell Richard Burnish it's on.... On like friggin' donkey kong until the break a' dawn And tell 'em I got a tube steak smothered in underwear With his stinkin' name on it I'm comin' down from Norway House With my brothers On a warpath © 2016 Leroy Sinclair |
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1 Review Added on December 18, 2016 Last Updated on December 18, 2016 AuthorLeroy SinclairNorway House, Manitoba, CanadaAboutMy name is Leroy Sinclair, I am a proud native from Norway House. I fell off my roof fixing my satellite dish and hurt my back, now I am writing to lesson the boredom for me up here in Norway House. .. more..Writing
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