Confirmation

 He was a poet who wrote clever verses, 
And folks said he had a fine poetical taste; 
But his father, a practical farmer, accused him 
Of letting the strength of his arm go to waste.


He called on his sweetheart each Saturday evening, 
As pretty a maiden as ever man faced, 
And there he confirmed the old man's accusation 
By letting the strength of his arm go to waist.

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