Nonsense 3 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 3



I'm all of a tither
I'm hither and thither
And a lunar influence is showing
I'm just getting old
And my fingers are cold
And my nasal hair will not stop growing

Thursday, September 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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