Shoemaker Daddy - a Duo-Rhyme
SHOEMAKER DADDY - A DUO-RHYME (12 lines)
His workshop’s open now I see
He will not notice - it’s just me.
His tools, his nails, his leatherware,
His hammers large and small are there,
All ready for his hands to bear
When he returns to take his chair.
The shoes he makes are neat each pair,
And some are leather dark or fair,
They’re crafted all with love and care.
So here’s my secret silent prayer :
I hope he takes me on his knee
And makes me some in small size three.
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Entered in Andrea Dietrich's Contest Duo-Rhyme,
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Note
Based on personal chldhood experience of watching my father make
and mend shoes. He also taught me how to do it when I was a teenager.
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