Oct 09, 2012 17:40
I wander along the tow-path
Which is cracked and holed
If I'm not careful
I'll take a bath
In the canal
which is rather cold
The day is drawing to an end
My knees they will not bend
I'll take some pills
To mask these ills
And homewards I shall wend.
bad poetry
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Just picking up old rags and bottles
And all at once I saw a crowd
Of pink, rampaging axolotls..........
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She wrote doggerel
Now she's six feet deep
Wrapped in bogroll
From her head to her feet.
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