His Name Was Vince
His name was Vince
And he liked to mince.
The product there to convince,
There was no equal to Vince who liked to mince.
No matter what people brought to cook
If Vince got a look
Then it would end up as another mince dish,
He would even mince the fish.
There was no longer any peace of mind,
When Vince began to grind.
The people in the village had, had enough,
And decided to get tough.
Enough they said we don't mean to be unkind
But you really must stop this daily grind
My name is Vince and I like to mince
And unless you find something I can't mince
My daily grind you will have to mind.
Was the reply from Vince who liked to mince.
That won't be too hard thought the villagers,
And pretty soon they were making wagers
On how long it would take to stop his daily grind.
On the first day they presented a sack of limes for Vince to mince.
Before he could say I'm Vince and I like to mince they were but another load of mince.
On the second day he even managed to mince bag of coconuts,
Which drove the villagers nuts.
On the third day Vince was all set for another day of grinding.
Out the villagers came and presented him with a box tied up with string.
Vince took the box and cut the string.
Inside was a piece of paper
And on the paper in this order
Was, my name is Vince and I like to mince.
You win he said as he bowed his head,
Although I am Vince and I like to mince
My words I just can never seem to mince.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2016
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