Cora Bishop Poem by Garry Smith

Cora Bishop



Cora Bishop's feet ain't cold,
Naughty little lie she's gone and told.
And, we know they're not really red,
Tells little fibs 'bout going to bed.
Not tucked up cosy as can be,
Sneaks off out to the chat community.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: honesty
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