Poëet Poem by Madrason .
Poëet
Ach zei het kind, wie is een poëet
de proleet; hij die zichzelf vergeet
de theoloog zei Theo loog
en God zei dat ben ik
en Mullish kwaad "dat is verraad! " M
Friday, April 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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5/3/2024 7:39:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Schitterend kort gedicht, maar God liegt tenimmer, aha! Verraad had Mullish nooit gezegd. Ach let maar niet op mij, het allerbelangrijkste NU is, ik heb enorm genoten en gelachen. Ja, ja goede poezie laat je enorm lachen, en ik zie ook snel waar de pret zit. Schitterend verwoord, mijn poet vriend, read and signed by the Dutch Poetess.10++++