A young man named Hopp
Beats me with his mop.
I’ve begged him to desist,
But he continues to persist.
He’ll surely break that mop!
A young man named Hopp
Beats me with his mop.
I’ve begged him to desist,
But he continues to persist.
He’ll surely break that mop!
A witch in disguise with a mop…..
I am intrigued to know how your poem finishes, Ivor. Thanks for your comment. Best wishes, Kevin
Oh I think the words got stuck in the mop bucket……… **** It
Ah, sometimes that happens to me also Ivor. All the best, Kevin