Freda Poem by Phil Soar

Freda



Freda left a money box beneath her sofa bed
They found it tucked away in there
Just after she was dead
Then someone opened up that box
And counted all the notes
And ran away with all that cash
And live in John O'Groats

Thursday, January 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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