Sunday, 20 March 2016

Another extract from my old poetry book

You still have not stopped me. Try this one for size:

There was a young fellow called Trevor,
Who at maths was terribly clever.
He found the √
Of pickled beetroot,
And wrote it all down with a feather.

Trevor Griffiths, if you are still out there, that was for you when you were a lad.

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