Limerick 18 Poem by Phil Soar

Limerick 18



A worker who fell down a sewer
Then smelled like a bag of manure
He couldn't go home
And just sat all alone
Drinking ale from a local home brewer

Monday, January 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: limerick
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