Boating Hot And Cold Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

Boating Hot And Cold

Rating: 5.0


I'm happy
Sharing life
With that currant bun
Oh!
Sugar...
No sun.
'Spose it has to be nice
With that ice
And the winter to unfold
As I sit here in the cold.

Summer is done.

No currant bun.

But give it time
P'raps soon it will shine.

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