There Was A Portly Rounded Innkeeper Poem by Mark Heathcote

There Was A Portly Rounded Innkeeper



There was a portly rounded innkeeper
Drank rum and boy was he a drinker
He poured and drank
The guy really stank
But he sure made a tasty cod dinner.

Friday, March 28, 2014
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