The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| Song Without Sense Sing a song of eight pence and think of days gone by doesn’t have to make sense just get them wond’ring why When all the world’s a lollipop and clowns live in the sky the choice is either go or stop then roast or boil or fry. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 06.21.25 Prompt: None. |