Jeff Eyes High Grade
Jeff eyes a life of High Grade.
He shall into wall paints wade:
Blocks for coats that won’t fade;
Jeff shall self stretch for High Grade,
Others, too, for the eyed grade:
Build a house bandits can’t raid,
Rooms like heaven on earth laid,
Cool canopy for a shade…
A vain Jeff for High Grade
Vows to each year sack a maid,
New week a new order made;
Wages much delayed, then paid…
For the necks he’ll slit’ with blade,
Cursed is Jeff’s quest for High Grade.
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