Stupid Poetry
The Late Check-In
A photo-inspired poem
In the dark I couldn’t see a thing
And a bruised and shattered shin
Is a bugger of a way
To spend a holiday
And have wasted a bottle of gin.
In the dark I couldn’t see a thing
And a bruised and shattered shin
Is a bugger of a way
To spend a holiday
And have wasted a bottle of gin.
It’s stupid, unsophisticated poetry. It's silly, absurd, awkward, and gently awful poetry.
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