Lester Frobisher Poem by Phil Soar
Lester Frobisher
Lester Frobisher came to town
And settled in the street
He brought a skanky eiderdown
Under which he thought he'd sleep
He smelt like burnt fish fingers
And drifted through each day
Rifling through the rubbish dumps
And taking trash away
And when the council moved him on
It cost them so much money
They might as well have left him there
As he thought that it was funny!
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