Girth
Girth.
Don was born on this Earth,
On an island at end of a firth,
Near the warm end of their hearth.
Since right from day of birth,
He had an appreciable girth,
There was absolutely no dearth
Among his folks of joyful mirth,
Leaving Don with no sense of worth.
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Dated 3/10/2022.
Copyright © Vaidya Shankar | Year Posted 2022
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