Potholes Poem by Phil Soar

Potholes



The doctor examined me and then whispered 'Oh'
There really is something that you ought to know
You cannot keep eating or you will explode
And you have made potholes all over the road

Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: doctors,humour
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