Phil Soar

Gold Star - 50,198 Points (28.06.1952)

That Sinking Feeling - Poem by Phil Soar

I made my boat with wood from old oak trees
I then set sail for somewhere overseas
And half way there, the water reached my knees
I sank without a trace near the Maldives

Topic(s) of this poem: fun

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2015

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