When Dug I The Old Historical House Of The Drunkard, Found I The Bottles (Humour) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
When Dug I The Old Historical House Of The Drunkard, Found I The Bottles (Humour)
When dug I the historical house
Of the guy,
Found I bottles,
The bottles as the ruins,
Archaeological ruins
As the spade fell upon
With a sound
And it taking me with strike
As do they
So did it me
An excise historian I
Studying the brands and hallmarks
Labelled or not.
Sunday, December 17, 2023
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