Nonsense 40 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 40



The blossom on the trees
Never fails to please
Whilst the litter in the street brings such dismay
And all the gross Grafitti
with words so mad and meaty
makes me want to scream and run away

Friday, June 19, 2015
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