Jimmi Canada Poet Free verse

Humble

Hibid-di-hob the bob,
'nobody asks you, you're a slob!'

But come the end O' the day,
I'm swept under,
don't curl beds with sheets-

hi to THE-

one more little thing,

it's what I would say to the man grumbling-
'this was shorley food for a minx!'

Well I say to the women fumbling,
how come we are your bees?

I can do that too,
say my whole life on my knees!

I didn't believe in the rouses,

or tearful tenacity outside of the wings,

but I'll bring this home again,

its my third name...

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David Smith October 23, 2022 at 11:37 PM Wow Jimmi. Glad you trusted your gut in producing this one. I expect if I ever met up with you Humble would be my first thought. Stay true. David in NZ