Unfortunate Poem XCIII
Aug
02
00
Miss Lucy stood with poise and grace.
But then she fell flat on her face.
Filed under: Poetry, Unfortunate Poetry
Miss Lucy stood with poise and grace.
But then she fell flat on her face.
The manor house was full of guests
Who Percy called “a bunch of pests!”
Lynn’s prize goat, the first-place winner,
Served up quite a tasty dinner.