Seventeen Poem by Phil Soar

Seventeen



When I was seventeen
And had unwelcome dreams
It was difficult to keep Libido down
I would spoil the sheets at night
And would feel a bit uptight
When my mother woke me with a weary frown

Friday, August 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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