Ballad Of Bonnie And Clyde

Poem By kendall thomas

Bonnie and Clyde
went out for a ride
with the Devil for a guide.

In a hot V-8 Ford
they took off with a roar
machine guns by their sides.

Bonnie was neat
and very petite
and Clyde was a handsome guy.

They robbed banks and stores,
and gas stations galore,
thumbing their noses at
a world they decried.

But the law was enraged
and made plans to engage
the infamous duo someday.

And on May twenty-third
they found a way
to put an end to Bonnie and Clyde.

It was as lovers they died
sitting side by side
in a bullet-riddled Ford.

And so then it came true as Bonnie well knew
that both of them surely would die,
for that's what she wrote,
expressing no hope, in the
Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde.

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