.2. Thin Skin Poem by David Threadgold
.2. Thin Skin
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With barnacles on my bottom
And winkle’s up my spout
My rusty hull is creaking
Where the metals wearing out
I must keep going fishing
Chasing never ending shoals
Until my prop can turn no more
And my bottoms full of holes
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: fishing
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