In the town,
that made me frown,
living like a stupid clown.
Wore a crown,
Tore a gown.
Falling down,
Turning brown.
Stood astound,
without sound,
lying flatly on the ground.
Neither bound,
neither hound,
lying in the battleground.
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Poems
PoetryA BAG OF UNRELATED POEMS. A little infatuated with rhyming sounds at the moment, sorry if they don't sound the way, I hear them in my head. I shall mark it complete when I am over my obsession with Haikus and Poems. IF THERE'S A THEME THAT YOU WOULD...
