Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 5,467 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

The Minotaur - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

If I ever saw a Minotaur,
I know I'd cut him dead
He eats young girls for breakfast...
Oh, he's terribly ill bred

It isn't that he eats them...
(They're his diet, so he must)
But he doesn't use a napkin,
And he don't cut off the crust.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2010


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