Behind The Door – a nonsense poem.

Posted on October 21, 2019 by | Leave a comment

Behind The Door

‘Behind the door

not one or four,

nor two, or three, or five.’

But, ‘How many?’ you say,

‘Were there, today?’

‘Six!’ I reply,

‘A half a dozen,

my inquisitive cousin;

and all were taller than I.

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