I sit on my own
In a small mountain house,
In a dignified, elegant repose.
I’m shaping a bone,
It’s the spine of a mouse,
That I’m going to stick through my nose.
© Copyright Philip Barton 1st July 2021. All rights reserved.
I sit on my own
In a small mountain house,
In a dignified, elegant repose.
I’m shaping a bone,
It’s the spine of a mouse,
That I’m going to stick through my nose.
© Copyright Philip Barton 1st July 2021. All rights reserved.
