TriviaA Poem by Chris Shaw
my sibling Steve was precicely
fifty one weeks younger harboured a propensity so he did was that painful i hear you say not to him though it certainly made my day more difficile to navigate he pinched the last sausage off my plate saved to savour the flavour while it swam in onion gravy and mustard mash he also pilfered all my British stamps from my Royal Mail album including a penny red that did it i wished him dead how strange this stuff churns turns round and round like a washing machine on a never ending cycle until it exposes itself when least expected trivia undetected for years brings on a Saturday smile and a tear of a sweeter softer sisterly kind © 2022 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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23 Reviews Added on October 15, 2022 Last Updated on October 15, 2022 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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