The Fountain Poem by Phil Soar
The Fountain
I'm listening to the fountain
I have in my backyard
Trying to ignore the thing
Is really bloody hard
It's like a chinese water torture
Drip, drip, drip it goes
Continuously dripping
It flows and flows and flows
Of course I could unplug it
But why would I do that
At times like these, it's there to tease
A stay at home diplomat!
Friday, April 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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5/6/2024 5:57:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fountain is contentiously dripping and you are listening to it. This poem is very brilliantly penned perceptional poem shared.