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...
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2020
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