Plank and Axle

Plank & axle Poem Lionel Derbyshire Two lad's halted child And mature men bolted out One chose the plank The other the axle And laboured hard The slog they had to do For a commission They sweated all the year's And ripened old. They fathered two a child. Their offspring Two boys energized After going out of school And in a rut .. One started doing things Busy on how to put Bread upon a table The other took The drug's And lazed about His mother's house. The day before Two lass stared A mirror And had to choose Upon a apron or hairdo The pinny lass Lived a happy husband life The fussy lass Struggled all her life. Their cub's Two young men made One a plank box For the dead The other loaded The mass on his axle One buried young One laughed all the time. The probity of proginy Axle hard Or Crack like a plank A gauntlet chronicle Sometimes there is a taunt Wherein lie's On how to make a living One can carry a load Many times when on a bump One would split Obvious He who does .. wins He who does not is lost