Nonsense 61 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 61



I love the sound of nothing
And everything makes me smile
I've lost my will to be morose
And have walked a country mile
I like to be a hero
To those who love me most
And for my breakfast yesterday
I had some egg on toast

Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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