The Protestor Poem by Phil Soar

The Protestor



I lay protesting on the grass
About the councils plans
To build a lot of houses
Upon our green belt land
Until my ass got soaking wet
As it was pissing down
I left there in a sodden state
In case my ass hole drowned!

Thursday, March 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense,silly
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