No one Wants to Clean Uncles Garage
Uncle’s garage was full of junk that made us shout.
My nephews fought over who had to clean it out.
I’ll do it, his industrious grandniece said, don’t pout!
She found a mint 1934 Packard 12 worth money no doubt.
Now the squabbling and screaming was about to begin.
I think he left everything to me said his nephew Fin.
You signed it over to me, reminded his sister, Gwen.
Because of all her hard work, she was the one to get the win.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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