Nonsense 20 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 20



I keep on falling down the stairs
My eyesight is a bit impaired
I have a beard that's curly haired
But keep on falling down the stairs

I have a rather hairy bum
And lots of fluff in my belly hole tum
I wonder where it all comes from
I'll clean it out until it's gone

Wednesday, January 14, 2015
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