More Nonesense Poems (I'm afraid)
I once tried my hand as a dowser
Accomplishment I thought was good news
But I'm sorry to tell you now sir
I found that I'd peed on my shoes
I once played a miniature Indian lute
Instead of the usual guitar
My kids were safe when I went out
As I had a baby sitar
There's something that I've learnt to my horror
The thought has just struck me today
Do the people of old Glocca Morra
Ask "How are things in new PoetBay?"
Poetry by Toonist
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Written on 2009-11-10 at 15:31
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