Phil Soar

Gold Star - 48,147 Points (28.06.1952)

Nonsense 57 - Poem by Phil Soar

He lived in a cellar and drank all the wine
He looked pretty awful and slept all the time
And when he was woken he then drank some more
And to stop being found he has bolted the door

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015



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