On Monday I got ready for the bus.
As I set off, I found a little stone
In my right shoe. I took it out.
That made me late.
I missed the bus. Continue reading “Time Waits For No Woman”
Everyone's a Batley Poet
Everyone's a Batley Poet
On Monday I got ready for the bus.
As I set off, I found a little stone
In my right shoe. I took it out.
That made me late.
I missed the bus. Continue reading “Time Waits For No Woman”