Can'T Stan Him
Stan's desk is neat
So is his home
His clothes are pressed
His hair is combed
Day and night he works
No time for play
R e l i g i o u s l y
He plans his day
Stan goes to church
Head bowed, he prays
And so do I ~ God, please
Make him go away!
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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