There Once Was A Man From Seattle

There once was a man from Seattle,
Who crossed the Pacific to do battle,
With mozzies and heat,
And though he was 1337,
Couldn’t defeat the bureaucratic cattle.

Upon his bike he rode,
From Gurney to abode,
Bearing his grocery load,
Hopefully it won’t explode.

Strange signs along the road,
In words he could not decode,
But still with traffic he flowed,
Sticking to the penal code,
No signs of fatigue he showed.

At home he got to unload,
The groceries on the commode,
And so ends another episode,
Of David’s life in ode.

david fabritius
The man. The legend.