The Puddle Poem by Phil Soar

The Puddle



While walking through a puddle
With my mind in quite a muddle
And my feet all soaking wet because of holes
I realised my shoes
Had been the subject of abuse
And the water had ruined one of my morning strolls

Thursday, January 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,silly
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