The Washing Line Poem by Phil Soar

The Washing Line



The Washing's on the line
Her underwear is next to mine
Touching with the winds caress
And now my pants are in a mess

Tuesday, May 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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Bill Grace 05 May 2020

This is a fun read! The world needs the levity. Bill Grace

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