Old Man. - Poem by Dezerth Lerexia
The sad man on a chair alone,
if only he'd answer the phone!
It's like he dosen't want company,
Shoulden't I pay him a visit?
His cloth's have wears and tears,
I wish to give him exquisits!
His beard is white and long,
it' as slick and amooth as a dog.
His shoe's are old and torn,
you can certainly tell thier worn.
His sight's as sharp as a thorn,
maby because he's foreign?
He lives in a tiny home,
with a teenie little mouse.
He love's his T.V show,
He missed out on all the snow! Oh, if only he'd answer the phone.
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