Silent Clyde
on his ride
through the wide
countryside
snoozing ontop of his horse
thinking about his divorce.
Silent bride
will not glide
in the night
way too tight
The answer is called Kay Wye
so get it and do not be shy.
Silent ride
tourist guide
racial pride
April's Ide
crossing the Mexican line
drink the Tequila wine.
The tune of Silent Night fits.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mexican-border-song/
