Penny for a Poem
Original Poems by Amalia
Monday, July 20, 2009
Handy Man
He's a sculler and a gobbler,
his manners, far from mild.
You'll never hear 'please' or 'thank you'
spoilt rotten as a child,
he'll fart at your table,
he'll swear in front of your kids,
but
still,
he comes in pretty handy
when I can't open lids.
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