Poems
Tuesday, 4 April 2017
Poor James Argyle
There was James Argyle
Who lived a short mile
Was given a six pence
Sitting on a weak style
It was swallowed by a cat
As it plucked it from his cap
Nothing went lucky for James
So he had a little nap
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