NO MEAT NO BREAD NO NAILS

He went to the butchers on this busy high street
Only to be told they had sold out of meat
He crossed the road and went to the bakers instead
Only to be told they had sold out of bread
Next door to the bakers was a hardware store
Was told they won't be selling nails anymore
Drastic actions call for drastic measures
So off to the pub for his simple pleasures
He asked the lovely barmaid for a deserving drink
That's when he had time to ponder and to think
No meat no bread and no nails
Will always have self isolation if all else fails

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Comments
what great poem
Haha