Fred West (Remove filter)
September 2017 Collage Poem
Boxes of snore, law and war
Old soldiers in days of yore
Endless revising for the school dance
Go West across the park and guess
Who Fred could be
The black lab drags behind
Whilst a parrot swears
The social workers say it's OK
Not that I'd wish it on his people
But isn't it a shame that Kim
Can't have the wrath of Irma -
Or was it him that caused it...
Tuesday 12th September 2017 11:32 am
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