To be measuredA Poem by andrew mitchell
When he said
he was the ruler of all things mathematical turned out he was all twelve inches of him. But to his horror along his length came metric giving him a run for the distance, all thirty centimetres. However, pencil in awe of his rule and close friend said he would outline his achievements and together they called the mark a line. © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
|
Stats
58 Views
3 Reviews Added on December 16, 2021 Last Updated on December 16, 2021 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

Flag Writing