her is a poim i rote for my unkle john
johns websight
johns websight
John is my uncle
He claims he’s my friend
So really he’s a frunkle
Who drives me round the bend
John is quite fun
Though he’s not a good cooker
He couldn’t cook a bun a
And he’s not even a looker
But my uncle loves me
And I love him
I mean that really
Though his hair needs a trim
He claims he’s my friend
So really he’s a frunkle
Who drives me round the bend
John is quite fun
Though he’s not a good cooker
He couldn’t cook a bun a
And he’s not even a looker
But my uncle loves me
And I love him
I mean that really
Though his hair needs a trim
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| johns interpritation of himself |
More poems please - do you have the other ones from the day at the reservoir?
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