Herbert Schnott Poem by Phil Soar

Herbert Schnott



Herbert Schnott was a bit of a clot
He lived in a mountainous region
He would fish all he could
And chop lots of wood
And once joined the French foreign legion

Thursday, May 28, 2015
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