Poetry

Thursday, 14 September 2023

Two's a crowd

 The drummond cough, the diamond scoffed

The dear Jon toffed at the toffee cart

He was in a huff, he sniffed some snuff

And broke with lily and her heart

The Frogman jumped,

The loggerman lumped

And lumberjacked his art

As trunks they cuffed

In chains as huffed

The Policewoman who was miles apart

She maced his base, then aced his face

Tears of disgrace and pain did start

All too rough, they did act tough

But now the fire's too bright to see them

The fire that burns between them

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