Fleeced Poem by Phil Soar

Fleeced



I sheared a sheep and had some fleece
I needed it, to knit a coat for my niece
But it left the poor sheep with no coat underneath
And it died of a cold in a place named Kings Heath

Wednesday, May 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour,nonsense
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