Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
So sod it. We're off to the pub. The Mrs is putting on lipstick, The collar is getting a scrub. I'm all ready to distance But there is a problem you see? This two metres malarkey? British feet and inches for me! I'll sit at my usual table And stare at my usual wall But I'm proud to flick fingers to 'rona Cos like Boris I've done ****** all.
0
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
The Rainbows are faded in windows
So sod it. We're off to the pub. The Mrs is putting on lipstick, The collar is getting a scrub. I'm all ready to distance But there is a problem you see? This two metres malarkey? British feet and inches for me! I'll sit at my usual table And stare at my usual wall But I'm proud to flick fingers to 'rona Cos like Boris I've done ****** all.
Written by
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem