Boaters' Winter Tale Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

Boaters' Winter Tale

Rating: 5.0


I see a saw...

So for Pauline
It's war!

I talk to the trees,
Surreptiously,
To warn them
Of her toy...

But, oh boy!

....Too late.
It will be their fate
To end in the grate.

Looking ashen.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Francesca Johnson 11 October 2008

My favourite of the crop. But be very, very careful, Mr BBS, because I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK............. Love, Fran xxx

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