There was Crooked King
©4-5-2023, Olan L Smith
There was a crooked crown,
within a mighty town,
The king was a sour wasted crook;
People laughed when he felt their butt-hook
Raise him up to let him dry,
because he was a fu*kin' bottlefly.
The parson posts a sermon on earthly politics,
When you first elected a fu*ckin' lunitic
Make sure you check your fly.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
