Wednesday, January 7, 2009

2 poems

a vicious doll named viv
was spurned by a spurious spiv
she sat in the vicars chair
with a sad and solemn stare
and had no donation to give

a wobbly elephant named willie
went out and drank himself silly
in a local pub
where they served weak grub
and the barmaids were all named millie

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