Old Man is Steamed

The old man is steamed with a pot on his head
Ice tea has no dibs on this tea cozy aptly fed.
We don’t know his name, thinks his dog calls him Fred.
Don’t get close to the steam, it will burn your hand red.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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