Posted 1st January 1970
Re:A Poem By The Prisoner.
Great limerick, Sad. Belatedly picking up the proverbial ball and running with it, here’s a silly Rover lamentation.
There once was a lonely white ball
Who roared outside Village Town Hall
Come out I won’t maul you
‘Tis only my wish to ball you
This roar is just my mating call.