The Toetry Pest
I asked my mom for help finding a poem
Like Miss M said.
(A poem containing neologisms, or spoonerisms, or a pun).
But try as we might, it just couldn’t be done.
We Googled.
We Read.
There was no poem that was fun.
So me and mum wrote this poem instead.
My bum is the mest!
She passed this toetry pest.
Copyright © Philippa Cross | Year Posted 2017
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