
I grow a garden, my poor back and I could have a heart attack, So when sowin reapin, all sept eaten for my ol bod would be a beatin. I choose instead to train my kid, course then I say how good he did.
Course I’m always willin when I can, to help a needy friend. I tell him “Take my kid with you and keep him to the end.” But if they carry on too long I think they might abuse him, I tell them he must come on home I really need to use him.
THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY FANTASTIC SON LUKE WHO IS ALWAYS WILLING AND ABLE TO HELP, OR IN FACT DO THE WH

THANKS LUKE FOR YOUR SELFLESS EXAMPLE.
3 comments:
hey thats a really good poem! cracked me up!
Rock on Luke!
No exagerration here, either!!
This kid is a worker for sure!!!
Good poem ,Honey!!!
awesome, luke. 'boys' typically don't get praise like that-- men do.
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