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A Poem
Jun 7, 2019 11:35:36 GMT
Post by rondetto on Jun 7, 2019 11:35:36 GMT
Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps,
Bug-eyed mosquitoes and bowlegged ants!
I'm about to tell you a story I've never heard before,
So pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
Admission is free, so pay at the door.
One fine day, in the middle of the night,
two, dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and saved the lives of the two dead boys.
If you don't believe my lies are true,
ask the blind man, he saw it too!
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A Poem
Jun 7, 2019 12:33:26 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2019 12:33:26 GMT
A proper poem that rhymes unlike the modern nonsense
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A Poem
Jun 7, 2019 18:10:58 GMT
Post by rondetto on Jun 7, 2019 18:10:58 GMT
I agree Jimmy, I have a friend who has made a fortune writing prose, to me it doesn't make any sense but she's travelled the world
giving recitals. Just sounds like plain rubbish to me.
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A Poem
Jun 19, 2019 20:34:44 GMT
Post by maywalk on Jun 19, 2019 20:34:44 GMT
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