A Little Stout Poem by Martin Moore

A Little Stout



methinks I shall repair to thine sweet bed
alive or dead
methinks thou carest not
consumeth I a little stout
thou knowest it will undoubtedly come out
methinks thou should perhaps prepareth the pot.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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Martin Moore

Martin Moore

Kilkenny, Ireland
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