Mr Blurton was a joke
He hung out with the elderly folk
When his legs fell off and broke
He felt like drinking lots of yolk
When he realised he was a bloke
He felt like drinking coke
His facebook friends started to poke
He Became confused and started to smoke
This man didnt come from Stoke
But soon began to choak
And saw a man in a black cloak
And He started to provoke
Mr Blurton was still a joke
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yolk..this poem is very funny and cute. well done.