Cloves Poem by Phil Soar

Cloves



I bought some Oil Of Cloves to soothe an aching tooth,
I had a part in a Shakespeare play, in which I said "Forsooth",
I knew a local Chemist, with a Christian name of Ruth,
And a bloke called Jim, who on a whim, said something quite uncouth.

Friday, July 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Funny
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