Nonsense 4 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 4



Beneath the bottom of the sea
There's nothing more than rock
Below the sand are miles of land
Waiting to run a-mock
It starts as molten lava
And builds to a crescendo
I think I'll go and play a game
On my brand new Nintendo.

Monday, October 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nonsense
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