Beverley Crest Poem by Phil Soar

Beverley Crest



Beverley Crest was not at her best
When she knocked on my door for some sugar
She stood in the nude
And said something rude
And she looked like she'd been playing Rugger
With a cauliflower ear
And a bruise on her rear
I thought she'd been hurt in a scrum
And as she walked away
There was nothing to say
As I could see the hole in her bum

Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,limerick,nonsense
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