The Mirage Poem by Phil Soar
The Mirage
The mirage was real as I strode across sand
Making my way through a hot arid land
Heading for water, or that's what I saw
And then when I got there, I wondered what for
An oasis of nothing, just sand and a blue sky
And a feeling of dryness as hours poured by
And the sound of my wife as she started to shout
'Why hadn't I put the washing line out? '
Friday, October 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,nonsense,silly
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