Mr. Fawcett Poem by Francie Lynch

Mr. Fawcett



Mr. Fawcett
Was a friend
Who ran hot and cold.
When he was hot
He drank a lot,
And smoked and toked,
And whored and slurred.
We thought him quite absurd.
He wheezed and coughed
And finally croaked,
Turning himself off.

Monday, July 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: alcoholism,death,humorous
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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