Mothers Clothes Poem by Phil Soar

Mothers Clothes



I knew that I just wasn't right
When I would leave my bed at night
And try on mothers clothes while she was sleeping
I would listen quietly at her door
Just to know she slept for sure
And know that there was no-one that was peeping

Monday, February 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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