Poem by Bill Tilman

For dreadfulness nought can excel

the prospect of Bung from Guidel,

and words die away on the tongue,

when perceiving Guidel from Bung.

Bill Tilman

One response to “Poem by Bill Tilman

  1. Excellent…thanks!

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