Limerick 27 Poem by Phil Soar

Limerick 27



A man from the outskirts of Brussels
Had a habit of showing his muscles
His would stand in a park
As the evening got dark
And cause quite a stir and kerfuffle

Friday, February 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: limerick
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