Taprooms Poems - Poems about Taprooms

...A mackerel sky fillets the village then hides it in a breezeless blear. Heads poke out of net drapes sniff and fish behind trawling curtains. Shopkeepers brace for wet dog splatter and spray fr......Read the rest...

...A mackerel sky fillets the village then hides it in a breezeless blear. Heads poke out of net drapes sniff and fish behind trawling curtains. Shopkeepers brace for wet dog splatter and spray fo......Read the rest...

...No more babies to make. We're all done my wife says. Get the scissors. We have 3 of our own All under 5, 4 total. Why look so nostalgic towards babies Tinier than my 11 month old? The kid's ......Read the rest...