Fun Poem by Victor Cruickshank

Fun



Why is that called fun?
Is it because we have picnics in the sun?
Or is it because we share a battered-bun?
Is it because in the sun we run?
Or is it because that man is always with a gun?
Yeah a gun in the park, because it's a spray gun.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
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