The grapes of Wrath fell in the bath
and sank right to the bottom,
he fished one out from under Kath
committing an erratum.
Drawn from a magnet to the patch
where moss grows wild and freely
his hand got drawn into a snatch
and all was touchy-feely.
Who thought that grapes would disappear
inside a tub of bubbles
he let her have a sip of beer
which added to his troubles.
She lectured him, my dear old man
you may not know the reason
I share the bath with Maryanne
and grapes are out of season.
if I could write poems that rhyme and have a great rhythmic beat to them I would want to write like you, often I read your work but do not comment as sometimes I feel a little out of my depth when it comes to your style however I have consumed much coffee today and have received a pat on the back from my boss so hey why not. I particularly liked the third stanza, as two of my favourite things are bubble- I am a West Ham Fan, and Beer! regardo Vincent
if I could write poems that rhyme and have a great rhythmic beat to them I would want to write like you, often I read your work but do not comment as sometimes I feel a little out of my depth when it comes to your style however I have consumed much coffee today and have received a pat on the back from my boss so hey why not. I particularly liked the third stanza, as two of my favourite things are bubble- I am a West Ham Fan, and Beer! regardo Vincent
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if I could write poems that rhyme and have a great rhythmic beat to them I would want to write like you, often I read your work but do not comment as sometimes I feel a little out of my depth when it comes to your style however I have consumed much coffee today and have received a pat on the back from my boss so hey why not. I particularly liked the third stanza, as two of my favourite things are bubble- I am a West Ham Fan, and Beer! regardo Vincent