Fleeced!
There was a fine ram from Green Gable
Who ran on the union label.
But, his skin was fleeced
Cause no pockets he’s greased
And he ended up cooked on the table.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
