This shape poem, written with rhyme and rhythm, is a biographical poem, thanks to a very good friend of mine for sharing her private story with me……..Fortunately I am able to keep a secret, so the source of inspiration for this sorry tale shall remain anonymous! The poem is nothing more than a funny story poem, but BEWARE OF THE TOILET HUMOUR!
When I did a poo On my walk up the Rhiw (This is a place/hill in Wales which is pronounced “Rue”) I have to confess that I ruined the view. I was not content I have to admit that Each time that I’d finished |
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