Nonsense 42 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 42



I saw you through a misty haze
Perhaps that's why I said it
That I thought you were beautiful
You have to give me credit
It got your knickers round your toes
And got me in your bed
You scared me half to death by then
When you said your name was Fred!

Friday, July 10, 2015
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