Milton Hilton
The vicar was grabbed by the collar
By a widow who had to holler,
"I can't hear you sing
With this blasted thing!
You'll have to come into the parlour!"
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.
