Arnold Renald Poem by Phil Soar

Arnold Renald



Arnold Renald, built some kennels,
In his own back yard
He filled them all with barking dogs
And their upkeep was quite hard
He just annoyed his neighbours
They thought he was quite mad
But he didn't have much to live for
And that was rather sad

Thursday, June 4, 2015
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