Old though it may be
It’s a new one to me.
I recall a run of fence
But it made me quite tense
Since a fence can be picket
But cannot be picked.
Then it hit me in the face
In the middle of that place
Such beautiful prose
To describe a nose.
It’s a new one to me.
I recall a run of fence
But it made me quite tense
Since a fence can be picket
But cannot be picked.
Then it hit me in the face
In the middle of that place
Such beautiful prose
To describe a nose.