Maud Poem by Phil Soar

Maud



Her name was Maud
She was a fraud
Her Schemes were flawed
Her fingers clawed
She kept things stored
In an old cupboard
And was not insured
Oh silly Maud

Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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