with cardboard paper wire and string <br />he fashioned a pair of Angels wings <br />and strapped them on with cellotape <br /> <br />then poised to make his great escape <br />but wobbled at the very brink <br />and crashed to the floor <br />by the kitchen-sink <br /> <br />the ethereal spirit <br />was clearly gin <br />and they found his soul <br />in the pedal-bin<br /><br />Stephen Brian Brady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-great-escape-6/
