Friday, 12 July 2019

Peter Piper

A poem from 2019

If you really want to know
“Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?”
Why get your knickers in a twist?
Why not just ask him?

But Peter Piper’s in a daze
In an alcoholic haze
Tied his tongue into a knot
“Pickled? Peppers?” He forgot

So keep on searching
Keep on wondering
Keep on stumbling
Keep on bumbling

It will remain a mystery
#SadFace

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