Nonsense 6 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 6



I'd like to write a lullaby
I'd love to write a tune
I'd love to smell the fresh cut grass
From morning until noon
I'd like to take some biscuits
And stuff them in my face
I'll go and raid the Biscuit tin
And steal them, just in case

Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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