As we spent days upon the land,
Built of rock and burning sand
The lovers call that watched, unread
The moggy seen and left for...
Islands, islands evermore,
If there ever was an eyesore,
Don't speak now, lose your breath,
Look at it once, but twice is...
Only weak men feal the iron,
Only rich men make the iron,
The kettles hot, the clothes collide,
If only sunshine hadn't died.
- Authors: TomLovesey
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 15th, 2017 15:30
- Limit: 6 stanzas
- Invited: Friends (users on his/her list of friends can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Open to interpretation but rather obvious stanza ends.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 23
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