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Nov 19, 2013

jokin ----kin

Hi Ian …you call me bro or bard …tis okay

send me my fare to London
I will come to meet a lovely one like you
and
borrow a million pounds or two
Oh your rich all know
maybe that's why your poetry does flow
wow you know
as Sadie also says so

some day your poetry will sell
but what will it fetch?
none can that ever tell
someone told me my poems will sell
a dollar a piece,
now how did he know
do tell
well
I am looking for fun
with a return tick -on rather ticket
as if I was your small son…

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ROU

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Ian.T

Ian.T

11 years 5 months ago

Another comment poem,
My poetry is given away.
As I have said I am very rich.
Rich in that I need for nothing
Have plenty of love from others
And also give away smiles
As to money what is that
I have to spend all I receive each week.
Was going to Melt down my gold teeth but it burnt my mouth.
Take care young Bard I shall wait for your next Poem,
Yours Ian.T