A Poor Boy

Poem By steven turner

A poor boy entered the shop
His eyes were ready to pop
Surrounded by riches
With holes in his britches
Only to be handed a mop

Comments about A Poor Boy

I like your style very much Steve, great Limerick, again Thanks for sharing
Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and elegantly brought forth in good rhyme scheme with a tinge of humour. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Steven. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.

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