Treasure Island

S.zaynub Kamoonpuri


John Shea


He is indeed a delighting super cool bard
He oughtta get an entertainment's award
I enjoy reading his fun poetry
and he wrote one swell one just for me!
Like a laughing knight of chivalry.
And his comments leave me grinning profusely
He's nice to have around on the site
With my name he penned a poem to delight
Thankyou kind troubadour
my Eastern hats off to you for sure!

Submitted: Monday, August 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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  • John Shea (8/10/2013 6:55:00 PM)

    Love the poem zaynub. I am impressed beyond belief. Please read a poem from my past and spread the word so we will all be heard.What is a poem? I wrote this poem on a paper plate and consider it a paper plate memory. Sometimes nothing else is available, not even my memory. Pup (Report) Reply

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