Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2014
I got poked by death today,
Not one word did he say,
He's just letting me know he's there,
Waiting around,
And to be fair,
I've always known he was there,
But I didn't really care,
Till he poked me that is.
Tina ford
Written by
Tina ford  Liverpool
(Liverpool)   
512
   r
Please log in to view and add comments on poems