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