WHILE ON THE BUS HOME
I were on my home one Saturday ,The bus were packed ,
I sat down , two men were talking ,
The conversation almost sareil ,
They were talking at the top their vises ,
The chatted about a woman , both know ,
How she had left a mobile phone in her ,
Husband coffin , so he could make a call,
Had a plan to dig him up ,
No comedy writer could write better!
''Nowt so strange as folk ''
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Poet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2011-06-21 at 14:30
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