Little Jones
Jones my boy is back
Who takes the cat for a pack
He loves a glass of ale
Which makes him grow so pale
He drinks his stuff till dawn
And feels his task is done
He loves his little hut
His dog you dare not hurt
He loves to sit in the cold
And tell the tales of old
He has his little arrow
But the countysite is narrow
In our sphere i am the fon
But he lives his life for fun.
Copyright © Gama Leo Ikfingeh | Year Posted 2019
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