Tuesday, October 01, 2019

Wearing Leather - SUrreal POetry by Freek

 Wearing Leather

Never, never
Lift a feather
In bad weather
Wearing leather

It wouldn't suit
The royal hoot
A hairless coot
Who played the flute

Squeaky clean
They all turned mean
But wasn't seen
Till the cat turned green

This is so nice
So don't think twice
For the mice
Who stole the rice

Lets end it here
Before I fear
That you wont cheer
For me my dear


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Author: Sam Freek


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