Swimming In Honies Poem by Lamar Cole

Swimming In Honies



It was a strange day.
When several honies came his way.
He was a bookworm.
And all of the sudden attention made him squirm.
But he decided that something had changed his luck.
And he will today be swimming in honies like a duck.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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