There once was a poet from Nice
Who one day lost his only valise.
Full of rhyme and reason
He had town’s folk believin’
Until it was found they’d be no peace.
There once was a poet from Nice
Who one day lost his only valise.
Full of rhyme and reason
He had town’s folk believin’
Until it was found they’d be no peace.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke, Poetry by David E. Booker
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