Fowl language.
Fuck a duck.
No bread this Sunday.
Fuck a duck.
Estuary shop all that's open today.
Fuck a duck.
Coat
keys
money
car
Fuck a duck
Shop not far.
Estuary crowded with ducks
Park car
Into shop
Find bearings
Bread over
there?
Fuck a duck
Empty shelfs
No bread
I cried
Shopkeeper sighed
Family's brought very crumb
Feeding the ducks 'tis mornin.
Fuck a Duck.
Off to next town
Found bread
Eventually
Home again
Fuck a duck
No butter either
Come on!
Fuck a Leprechaun.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Ronan.
PoetryA new book I hope to fill with more poems and useless things. All for your amusement . So please like and comment and laugh but not at the bits I'm trying to be profound. Mind you they might be the best bits to laugh at. Enjoy:-)
