Ships Poem by Phil Soar

Ships



The ships that sailed away to sea
Had always seemed a mystery
And then I booked my local ferry
From Holyhead to Londonderry
And as we sailed I got quite ill
My face went green and I lost my will
By the time the land came into sight
I was covered in sick and a lot of shite

Monday, December 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: silly
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