Familiar Stains Poem by Phil Soar

Familiar Stains



Sheep's arses always stained with shit
But they don't seem to mind a bit
But when I stain my underpants
I do not get a second chance
I wash them then at sixty degrees
And dry them in a gentle breeze

Sunday, October 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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