Michael and Kait took this pic of the local news in Seattle for me this morning. So I’ve written a story about poor old Bertha.
Bertha the Boring Machine was bored
Bored of bossy balding blokes babbling
Bewildered by their banal boasting
Barrelling brashly through boundless barren boulders
She felt barbaric, she didn’t belong
It bored into her very bolts
Bogged down by all this she bombed out
Boffins were boggled by her broken body
Blinded by bitterness, she wouldn’t budge
She became a burden for the business
They butchered Bertha
Boxed her up and sent her over the border in bits
But she is beautiful now
She’s in Burmese busses and Belgian bikes
She’s travelled the world, buoyant on Bosnian boats
From Bangladesh to Burundi
And she will never bore again.
freyawrightbrough 