Graham Fowell

Forewarned Is Forearmed - Poem by Graham Fowell

My arm keeps bringing me lager
And much more than I really need;
When I just wanted to sit there
To contemplate life or to read.

Take Monday night for example,
While I sat quietly there,
My arm brought me nine pints of Fosters
And later I fell off my chair

Topic(s) of this poem: humour

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014

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