Bargain Poem by Neil Crawford

Bargain



I could be your garden lawn,
I'm perpetually half cut.

I could be your hair dryer,
first blowing hot then cold.

I could be your wallpaper,
some say that I'm stuck up.

I could be your breakfast table,
occasionally getting laid.

I seem to be your least favourite book,
always being put down.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Martin O'Neill 21 March 2012

Very witty with an acidic tang at the end.

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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