Nonsense 64 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 64



The dark and dingy dungeon
Where rats were roaming free
Chained to a wall
Imprisoned
With no-one to rescue me
A sentence for a simple crime
Of loving her too much
She'd locked me in our cellar
Because I'd turned so butch

Thursday, November 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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