So, here's a little poem I wrote while contemplating my elbow...
Away out west where the earth meets the sky
There once roamed a man named Willie Devry
He was a wandrin’ man, wore a suit and a tie
Had a case of brushes for someone to buy
Staggered into town one hot fine day
Tryin’ to make a buck and earn his pay
Knocked on my door and I heard him say,
“Buy my brushes or I’ll be on my way.”
The price he quoted was a dollar and a cent
But I hadn’t any money, it had all been spent
I told him so and away he went
World’s never seen a more honest gent
Away out west where the earth meets the sky
There still roams a man named Willie Devry
He’s a wandrin’ man, wears a suit and a tie
Has a case of brushes for someone to buy
Never could get the hang of elbows...
I'm Karl Fogsen. Thanks for reading.
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