Vote

Wined, dined, not a lady in sight. Stomach lump. Body drunk. Time a line of pudding. Start your engines. Wave the flag. This cart will race for miles. No horizon. No turn off. Miles and miles and miles.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

ManiacalEscape

30 / M / lancashire

For You?

Written by

ManiacalEscape

30 / M / lancashire

Published: Aug 9, 2024
LinesWords: 738

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell ManiacalEscape how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write