Nonsense 22 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 22



I once knew a man with a questionable lisp
Who sounded every day like he was pissed
He would shout something rude
In the street, in the nude
Which the neighbours not home would have missed

Friday, January 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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