As I climbed my apartment’s old stairs
I met a young lady with pears.
I said to her, “lucy,
Your fruit looks real juicy”.
She said, “and what about my pears?”
As I climbed my apartment’s old stairs
I met a young lady with pears.
I said to her, “lucy,
Your fruit looks real juicy”.
She said, “and what about my pears?”
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Many thanks for sharing this poem of mine, Michael. Kevin
Laughed when I read it. Thanks.
I’m pleased it made you laugh, Michael. Many thanks for commenting. Kevin