Fairs Fur Poem by Alistair Graham

Fairs Fur



Dorrit takes her turn on the leather
One hundred and twelve, the auld bleather
She has pockled about
The back-door in and out
I think she's depressed by the weather

Sunday, December 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dogs
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