A daft poem especially for Holly
Compo he stomp-o
Up hill-o,
Down vale-o,
He smell-o
Like poo-o;
Loves Nora Batty-o
In her baggy stockings-o.
He wears a grungy knitted hat and old wellies.
Polly Robinson © 2012
Polly
Writings and Witterings
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05/02/2012 at 16:31
Man of my dreams! lol.
01/03/2012 at 06:52
Funny-o!