King Cole - Poem by Frank Reikheart
old king cole was a very old sole
and a very old sole was he
he called for a light in the middle of the night to go to the WC.
the moon shone on the dunny door
the candle had a fit
and old king cole fell down the hole up to his neck in shit!
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