King of Spades
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16 August 2023
Contest: An Old Shovel Sponsor: John Lawless
You say I’m made to be a spade but that just curls my wings
I sit here ready to scoop up the widest range of things
Scooping apples off the ground and thrusting them all forward
To where the wheelbarrow awaits as I denude the orchard
They say to call a spade a spade is honesty at work
I do not know who said that but he was a total jerk
For spades can dig a tidy hole as that is what they’re for
But I can dig a hole and I can do a whole lot more
So if you call a spade a spade, it isn’t quite a sin
But please accept that if you do, you may invert my grin
For mixing sand and gravel in a mix of three in one
Is something for a specialist, and I, indeed, am one
So grab my handle, use your foot to push me in the ground
Make a hole that’s very square or even one that’s round
But when it comes to flinging all that soil to one side
Only I can do it best for I’m so very wide
Time was when a cellar-man would use me scooping coal
And industry employed me as its furnace feeding soul
I’ll always fight my corner and I’ll state my case real loud
For I am no mere spade; I am a shovel and I’m proud!
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2023
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