Nubbin Poem by Christopher Tye

Nubbin



Nubbin

Nothing of any importance,
Under old machinery we lurk,
Bumps and little lumps a nubbin be,
Being a residual part is no fun,
Industrial gubbins and nubbins,
Nubbin what a funny little word.

By Christopher Tye

Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: industry
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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