Weasel Poem by Lee Fones

Weasel



heard about the weasel
lives at thirty two
horrid geezer
loves his vindaloo

comes round cussing
swearing at this lad
trouble is not mine
he's the flipping dad

Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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