Nonsense 32 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 32



Gangster's molls
Children's dolls
Davy Crockett's hat
Hefty Trolls
Dead sea scrolls
Tyres that are Flat

Distant drums
Vacant mums
Conscientious friends
Songs you hum
Hymns you've sung
Journey's with no ends

Rhymes galore
Words are flawed
Nonsense make a ditty
Large Bookstores
Look tired and bored
That really is a pity

Friday, April 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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