May 2013
There it lay
Down by the kerb
A scrap of paper
Covered in words
A little poem
Thrown away
Without a message
Nothing to say
To write such verse
Is nearly a sin
So I cast it away
This time in a bin
Down by the kerb
A scrap of paper
Covered in words
A little poem
Thrown away
Without a message
Nothing to say
To write such verse
Is nearly a sin
So I cast it away
This time in a bin
Wait a minute,
Where's that rough draft...it was in my pocket...
Where's that rough draft...it was in my pocket...
