My Bucket List

 

 

A bucket load of desires before kicking the bucket makes my bucket list.
Since the days I couldn’t carry a note in a bucket, I wanted to play violin in a gist.
Wearing a brain bucket, go on adventures paid in quarters.
Bungee jump from a bridge above crocodile infested waters.
Sky diving above the Grand Canyon and parasailing from a summit.
Cars, Mansions, and worldly grands don’t amount to a bucket of spit.
I want to travel to the end of the earth without any pain.
Bull fights, Tomatino fest, Beaches, and sunny Spain.
Old architecture, cradle of civilization. Ottoman empire and Turkish food.
Hell’s bells and bucket of bloods! How did the Greeks did it all good.
Serene beaches, broken economy, inception of philosophy, Greece has all.
As it comes down in buckets, have no worry and soak in rainfall.
I don’t want to fetch a bucket of steam and become a futile race puppet.
Bucket of bolts running our life. They don’t have a drop in my bucket.
Scuzzbuckets are banned from my life. I won’t weep bucket.
My bucket list is full of zap. I am not going to shed two tears in the bucket.