Dream
Уильям Смит
Holding the spear
Before my face appear,
A blue fish
In her hand is a dish
With another fish,
In her mouth is a plant
With a really creepy hand,
I shake its hand
And a Blue fish makes the poem's end.
© Copyright:
Уильям Смит
, 2018
Свидетельство о публикации №118041209814