"nigels" poems
All of the Nigels, standing in row.
Is it a good thing?
No, sir, no.
What can you do with all these pretty little things?
Nothing, nothing, not even break their wings.
Nigels, Nigels, everywhere you go.
This one, that one, all the Nigels
Standing in a row.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 3:07 PM UTC