Crooker Poems - Poems about Crooker

...My pen cascades it's ink here and now, Leaving stains on my pad, silently i assign my words, Carefully in a filthy aura, they might be candied than Thaumatin, yet as biting as lime, very monotonou......Read the rest...

...GEORGY BUYS A CAR A man named Georgie had a few-- Pintsy, wintysy , God Almintsy little pints In the pub perched slick hea......Read the rest...