AUTUMN 2016

punkin

Poems are hard
Unless you’re a bard
Then a borrower nor lender be;

Roses may be red,
But one day we’ll be dead,
So why not live it with glee?

So raise a glass,
Sit on your ass,
And have a large drink of something

Footballs in the air,
Let the Devil may care-
And carve up yourself a pumpkin!

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