my poemthere was a young man from worcester
who hurried from work in a fluster
his bike had been nicked
by some stupid prick
with a big yellow feather duster
hmmmmmm Nite all!
(who hurried from work in a fluster
his bike had been nicked
by some stupid prick
with a big yellow feather duster
hmmmmmm Nite all!
andy206,
Tue 12 Feb 2002, 11:23,
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Another poemThere once was a poet from Tring
Who's poems lacked only one element.
He tried all the time
To make the words fit
But the lines were too short
(Who's poems lacked only one element.
He tried all the time
To make the words fit
But the lines were too short
MartinH,
Tue 12 Feb 2002, 11:42,
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