Man on a hill

0 Comments

Tags:
  • Humor

    Man on a hill

    There was a man on a hill
    who would always kneel
    by the time of lunch
    he would have his brunch
    by the time of supper
    he was playing with copper
    he was always so marry
    til' he got married
    the he died one year later!

    Poem Comments

    (0)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Poet4life’s Poems (10)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Friends 0
    Man on a hill 0
    Nightly Ghost(Haiku,5
    ,7,5)
    0
    A great day(haiku,5,7
    ,5)
    0
    Weekends 0
    My great-grandpa 0
    Trees 2
    Spring 0
    Disarray 3
    Friends 0

    Poet4life’s Friends (3)