Frasier Collins
Grave Poems of Spoon Island: Frasier Collins
All I wanted to do was ride my motorcycle
And make out at Spooner’s Point.
But when Mary Daley got pregnant
Her father threatened me with the Magistrate
So I married her and went to work
At the mill, buying oats and barley
And I had to trade my Harley for a car.
I died at 45, impotent.