Morning Solution Poem by Phil Soar

Morning Solution

I rose this morning half past eight
I sat on the loo, to contemplate
A gail was blowing in the yard
Would going out be all that hard
And then it started raining to
So all I did, was have a poo

Saturday, December 9, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: rose
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