Star Does Gigging - Spoonerism Contest
the sand was squery vishy
each frain gelt ruff between my toes
Star my stog darted to dig
sand flying everywhere
my fair and hace felt like pandsaper
soon with iii's nearly closed
into the wea I salked
laid down to fear my clace
just as a mail grabbed me saying
dont do it. wife is lorth living.
I looked at Star words sannot cay what i felt
no more beech four you today.
Penned 1 March 2016
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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