When someone tries to take your pudding away


We have some of the largest,
Non polar regions.
I may wish to live there,
If there's no polar bears.

I've travelled through our mighty land,
Trying desert's wherever I can.
Most in fact are good to eat,
But thirty three taste bland.
Is that because there,
all made off sand.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-20 at 03:15

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
sand in mouth - textural conniption!