no more poets...no more musicians.....
h'mmmm...a literate plumber? ....an erudite electrician.? ...
once knew one...one of the former...
what was it that happened twixt tub and dormer.? ..
I love old dogs and so did he...
between us we had thirtythree...
yep...this is a bit more doggerel..
.if'n ya don't like it...you can go to....
read something else, eh? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delilah: I love the title. Life is, after all, a book of practical non-replications. And in my experience, there are no do-overs. Happy motoring, G