Never found it Didn't know where it could be Nothing I could see But hoping everything would be free Didn't want to pay any fee
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
All Greek Things seemed so bleak She thought everything was up the creek Then she went to a meet and greet She thought she passed him on street
Prickle It definitely doesn't tickle Not even a little Feels more like stepping on a sickle You might scream just a tipple
An inch and a mile An inch and a mile were sailing down the Nile They did it in such style Made it look cinch
Chocolate I bought a block of it Ate the lot of it Enjoyed the look of it Tasted like a rock a bit But never going to waste a bit of it
By Christopher Beard10 months ago in Poets
Legend The story that has no end Never needs to pretend Sometimes a need to defend Always a place to send Especially when things cresend
