Talking Rubbish Poem by Phil Soar

Talking Rubbish



I talk like I think, so I mainly talk shite
My mind isn't something that's awfully polite
When I open my mouth, it's just shite that pops out
Just words that mean nothing, and floats round about

Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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