Old Man Robert

Old Man Robert

A Poem by SKIP Faherty

Old man Robert, bought a gun.

Old man Robert, had his fun.

Till one fine day, not so late,

Sibling playing with his mate

Old man Robert really mad..

Old man Robert is now sad.

The world did he stun

The day he shot his oldest son..

© 2014 SKIP Faherty


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Added on December 25, 2014
Last Updated on December 25, 2014

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SKIP Faherty
SKIP Faherty

Eichenzell, Deutschland, Germany



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