The escapeeA Poem by The Enemy
In a wood far away
The dirty tramp escaped one day He got out of the stairwell door And through a tunnel underneath the floor A fire exit was the goal Escaping with the key the cleaner stole Hitched 2 lifts from passersby Then living like a firefly Using torches he lived in wood Forest floor is where he stood With a tent that his bro gave And sleeping bag to the warmth he saved He escaped the nut house as I didn't like staff They had a job but where bloody naff Couldn't sort his life out there Instead he escapes through fire door. Stair © 2020 The Enemy |
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4 Reviews Added on November 1, 2020 Last Updated on November 1, 2020 AuthorThe Enemyburntwood, Staffs, United KingdomAboutIm Fraggle I have been learning and using Pixel Lighting for a few months and have learend alot with the help of the Xlights group. more..Writing
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