Bicycle Crossing

There was an old man quite addled His antics notoriously fabled He'd ride his bike sans britches Through forest brambles and switches 'Cause he liked his bare bottom paddled

Death loses His way

Death got lost on His way to a collection Being male, He refused to ask for direction Relying only on His GPS An error message stalled progress Allowing His prey time for resurrection * In remembrance of Sir Terry Pratchett, author and creator of Discworld; died March 12, 2015.