06-21-2013, 04:31 PM
I made my poem a goat
Coated with bristles of hair
And ladies underwear
A word-borne moat.
A fool could catch it
Parade it through town square
And try to match it.
Poem, have them squash it,
And feed on mutton there
I’ll sit and watch it.
Coated with bristles of hair
And ladies underwear
A word-borne moat.
A fool could catch it
Parade it through town square
And try to match it.
Poem, have them squash it,
And feed on mutton there
I’ll sit and watch it.