Poem 45 Poem by Etienne Charilaou

Poem 45



This is poem 45.
None shall deprive.
We always strive.
At least I don't work 9 to 5!

Has anyone seen Clive?
He's not fit to drive.
Aren't you tired of all the jive?
From this world I do me rive!

Thursday, September 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme
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