This is dull,
this is boring.
Much more of it
and I’ll be snoring
Save me, save me
from this meeting.
I can take no more
of his constant bleating
Take me, take me
away from all this.
Anywhere but here
would be such bliss.
I'm sorry you still feel that way about Phil.It's been a long time now surely you could put it behind you! ;)
ReplyDeleteRest assured this poem couldn't possibly be about Phil. He never gave me biscuits when he preached.
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