Paul Butters


Norman Stevens (Clerihew) - Poem by Paul Butters

Norman Stevens
Always gets evens:
Reads my stuff on his smart telly.
Go on Norman, give it some welly.

There you have it, a Clerihew,
Oh what an how to do,
Very silly, very true.
Why I love them, I haven't a clue.
Time now for another brew.

As I've said before:
Write a Clerihew:
It's easy to do.
Two rhyming couplets of any length:
Short and simple, that's its strength.

Topic(s) of this poem: clerihew, poem


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016



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