Wilmot Crabs Poem by Wayne Riley

Wilmot Crabs



Quite all forlorn sat Wilmot Crabs,
His tash all thorny threadbare,
‘The older that I grow each day,
The less I seem to care.'


Said Wilmot Crabs upon a while,
‘I have no time for chatter.'
Then wandered to a gaping womb
And thought upon the matter.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014
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