This Poem Ain't Junk
Drunk, in a funk, a lowly punk, I shrunk from a skunk. It stunk. Away I slunk. I too stunk, I thunk. I took a dunk and sunk.
A chunk or hunk of B.S. or bunk? Please debunk.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2024
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