Poem About Borsch

Borsch

I drove my Porsche
full of borsch
to the forest.
Now I can’t see
the trees
for the borsch.

It sorta rhymes.

 

– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef

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Categories: humor, poems | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

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4 thoughts on “Poem About Borsch

  1. italiadiva

    It has enough poetic devices. It doesn’t have to rhyme.

  2. Maria Kuroshchepova

    Thank you! You are a good friend.

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