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The Fat Man

by Sebastian St.John Montgomery-Greystoke

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Not last night, but the night before

A big fat man came knocking on my door.

He sat down for tea and ate a sausage roll

And then he was sick in the toilet bowl.

Posted on February 13, 2017 at 8:36 PM in James, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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2 Comments to “The Fat Man”

    
  1. Harry
    February 13, 2017 at 9:20 PM

    James don’t forget the tags please.

    What an ugly fat man 🙂

    Reply
  2. Lawrence Rabb
    July 10, 2019 at 12:47 AM

    The fat man had not come for tea, but to consume me

    Reply
    

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