Sunken Ship Poem by Lamar Cole

Sunken Ship



She was always an easy target.
Whenever she went to the flea market.
She was always bragging.
That she found all the good bargains.
But her house was like a ship that sunk.
Because it was filled with so much junk.

Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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