The Flasher Poem by Phil Soar

The Flasher



He asked if he could focus, and I wondered what he meant
He didn't have a camera, but he looked a proper gent
And then he slipped his trousers off, and much to our surprise
A flash appeared from down below, and blurred our weary eyes

Thursday, February 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,silly
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