General Fiction posted August 14, 2022 | Chapters: | ...20 21 -22- 23... |
a poem
A chapter in the book Random Rhyme and Petty Prose
Sunday Night Poem 2
by Bill Schott
You drop a pencil when alarmed,
but fortunately no one's harmed;
the pencil was not sharp like a nail --
Oh yeah ... we're on our way to jail.
You drop a pencil when alarmed,
but fortunately no one's harmed;
the pencil was not sharp like a nail --
Oh yeah ... we're on our way to jail.
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