Phil Soar

Gold Star - 48,832 Points (28.06.1952)

Limerick 11 - Poem by Phil Soar

When he was just a lad in Timbuktu
He didn't know what else there was to do
So he covered himself in plants
From his head down to his pants
And waited for the weeds to come on through

Topic(s) of this poem: limerick


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 15, 2016



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