T (no first name) Wignesan


Limerick Croisés: Once A Loud-Mouthed Sergeant-Major - Poem by T (no first name) Wignesan

Once a loud-mouthed Sergeant-Major
Joined Cold Stream Guards to troop colour
He kept wondering why
He heard not himself cry
Until he took bearskin helmet off ear!

So he left the Lilywhites Guards
To lounge around the ‘Frisco bards
Beats made him bleat poems
Sans use of micro-phones:
What he heard made him rejoin Guards!

© T. Wignesan – Paris,2014

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 19, 2014


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