Nonsense 74 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 74



Woodlice, field mice, locusts
All waking up to see
That it had rained all through the night
The fields looked like the sea
Today would be a quiet one
They should all stay in their beds
As none of them had swimming trunks
Or shower caps for their heads

Monday, August 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,humour,weather
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