Uncle by Harry Graham

Uncle, whose inventive brains

Kept evolving aeroplanes,

Fell from an enormous height

On my garden lawn, last night.

Flying is a fatal sport,

Uncle wrecked the tennis court.

by Harry Graham

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Russian and Welsh poetry uploaded on alternating weeks. Occasionally other poems. Occasionally reviews of literature, films, theatre, food and drink. Any support via comments, likes, follows and subscribing is appreciated.

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