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 WHOLE JOB BY HIMSELF. I KNOW HE WOULD RATHER BE DOING SOME FUN KID STUFF MOST OF THE TIME, BUT HE SELFLESSLY HELPS ANY WHO ASK.
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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