sarah lou smith


Mr Archibald Lives At My House - Poem by sarah lou smith

educational services and debt collections
Mr Archibald, please unhide
i know you don't want to, but im fed up

are you in my red boots, or with my precious cat scratched books
am i looking in the wrong place?

your not in the 3 day old milk carton
or stored with the toilet roll
dam there is the phone again

Mr Archibald its for you!

Topic(s) of this poem: happy, home, phone


Poet's Notes about The Poem

mr archibald owned my house number beore me an i get more calls for him than i do me :)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 4, 2015


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