Nonsense 57 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 57



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

Friday, November 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success