Victoria Plumb Poem by Phil Soar

Victoria Plumb



Victoria Plumb became a mum,
and was tickled pink that she had done it
So she sat on the bed cradling her baby’s head,
and the baby just started to vomit

Wednesday, July 29, 2015
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