Number 17 Poem by His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali III

Number 17

Rating: 2.0


His Homeynence
Allows no day
Frittered away
Without…To say
Your fears allay
Rejoice and play
The very way
You merry may
Keeps wolves at bay
And sunny ray
To hide your gray
So you don’t pay
By being prey
To Satan stray

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