I knew an old man with a bunion –
it was true, it resembled an onion!
Such long hairs did it sprout, that although it did pout,
it wore plaits and became a Saint Trinian.
By Jay Cool, August 2022
Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
Some Old Man’s Bunion
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSilly (Not Savvy) Poems, Silly-Savvy PoemsTags:bunion, humour, Indie, onion, poem, poet, poetry, silly, St Trinian´s
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered. View more posts
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