A Scraping of Shovels
There once was a man who loved rakes
why pay when their there for the take
as the leaves go pell-mell
he shovels like hell
then he rakes , and he rakes, and he rakes
There once was a man from southern New York
who planted the shrubs with a shovel and cork
heal to toe he did dig
like he did at the rig
yes he dug, and he dug, and he dug
There once was a child from Saskatoon
so little snow, he shoveled with spoon
he snowballed it up
but it melted by sup
so he scraped, and he scraped, until noon
There once was a poet who started to write
for a contest, that fitted just right
so he limericks away
it is all fun and play
as he writes, and he writes, until night.
A Scraping of Shovels Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
3/8/19
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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