PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Sticky Trousers


There was an old fellow from Trink.                Who sat down on a log to think.             He sat down on the log.                     Bust sat on a frog.           And his trousers began to stink.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Fluffypuffy72

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.