Mr Blobby goes to market! By William Wordsworth

and lo, there by the golden halo
purple dapples all around
off to town to spend his payload
Mr Blobby trod the ground
No tears for his Coulters Candy,
No greetin’ for his wee bawbee
“Good Morrrow” then said I to him
said him to me, “FlobbyWobbyBlobbeeeeeeee.

poem by Reece Kaye
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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