When a man said, “its pistols at dawn
To take place on the vicar’s fine lawn”.
I said, “my dear Lou
I won’t be joining you.
I’ll leave it to you and Miss Dawn!”
When a man said, “its pistols at dawn
To take place on the vicar’s fine lawn”.
I said, “my dear Lou
I won’t be joining you.
I’ll leave it to you and Miss Dawn!”
He sounds like a sensible man
I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem, Robbie. Thank you for commenting.
Best wishes. Kevin
A good idea not to go.
I’m pleased you approve of my decision not to go, Vivienne! After all it would be a shame to spatter blood all over the good vicar’s lawn!
It certainly would.