Nonsense 67 Poem by Phil Soar
Nonsense 67
Rating: ★3.0
When I left my name was Charlie
And my height was four foot two
But after my adoption I was Martha
Dressed in blue
I found myself in underwear
I never thought I'd like
And had to cut the cross bar
Off my old BMX bike
And now that I am used to it
No longer is it weird
To walk in heels and stockings
And wear some awful gear
Friday, April 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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