Poems

I'm in the mood for some poetry, so here we go.

1.

The boy stood on the burning deck,

His feet were black with blisters,

His father was down the public house,

And beer ran down his whiskers.


2.

There was once a man from Dundee,

Who was stung on the knee by a wasp,

When asked did it hurt?

He said no, not a lot,

He can do it again if he likes.



Thank you.