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Poem No.44

POEM TITLE The Lobster Pot


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There was a lobster pot,

on a boat on the blackness of sea,

and everyone scoffed the lot,

everyone loved the tea.


Up went the mast ,

the Guinness beer passed the test,

because everyone wanted to drink it last,

but the lobster pot was certainly the best


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