Limerick 32 Poem by Phil Soar

Limerick 32



A random young poet from Calcutta
Wrote his next poem in butter
He could not see the words
Which was really absurd
And they melted away in the gutter

Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: limerick
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