Monday, 8 September 2014

an eleventh new poem...'dead badgers'

Tamsin purchased her
First car from a shady
Chap with a handle bar
Moustache and hunchback.
It was delivered by crane.
When she tried to set off
For the Big Summer Picnic,
Next day, she found saw-
Dust in the gear box, and
Banana custard in the
Fuel tank. Worst of all the
Back seats stank, smelled
Like dead badgers.

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