Early in the morning on the fourteenth of March went
The music people to Florida for times of fun
With high hopes and much money to be spent
After arrive they went ride to ride, underneath the beating sun
The second day came and with it a great sickness
Down they went, one, two, three, four
Falling they went with an immense quickness
As if to be warriors in a great war
The third day came, with uneasy hope
All of the fallen in bed mending
When half of those before followed giving us an idea of scope
The remaining doing their best to keep fending
On the final day only one more fell
The wayfarers went and were freed from the plague of hell
I never thought something like this would happen on the trip! I feel very sorry for those who had to suffer through it.
ReplyDeletelol so accurate.
ReplyDeleteThis really stinks!
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