day 52
Thor's moving his bin again
in the sky above my head
It sounds like the road is rough
He moves back to the shed
The wheels crack under stones
and echo the empty bin
A cobblestone path in his way
Causing quite a din
A flash of light. The garden lamp
turns on as he does pass
And then it black once again
his trips up on the grass
Thor does a swear, his wheel is stuck
just near the outside porch
He shout and bellows to the house
Sif! Bring a bloody torch!
Thor's moving his bin again
in the sky above my head
It sounds like the road is rough
He moves back to the shed
The wheels crack under stones
and echo the empty bin
A cobblestone path in his way
Causing quite a din
A flash of light. The garden lamp
turns on as he does pass
And then it black once again
his trips up on the grass
Thor does a swear, his wheel is stuck
just near the outside porch
He shout and bellows to the house
Sif! Bring a bloody torch!
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