Advice Poem by Phil Soar

Advice



While the world is all in peril
And no-one knows their fate
I met a girl named Beryl
Stood at my garden gate
She asked me if I had advice
On how to stay apart
I told her to eat rancid rice
And wait for the next fart

Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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