At old Percy Postlethwaits party
The staff threw the day he retired
Catered for by his old bosses
With foods that had long since expired
The barrel of beer came in handy
Disguising the Taste of the mold
But work stopped the day he retired
For eating the food that was old
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem