Wagon Fall

Poem by: tom mcmullen

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HUMOUR. WHAT A MEAL!

Wagon Fall

I fell

Of the wagon

And became

As sober

As a ghost,

And although

My head

Has a thousand

Brains,

I still

Eat chicken

Feathers

At Sunday

Roast,

And smell

Like burnt

Toast!

Submitted: April 14, 2021

Humor humour.-weird

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