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The Day Tin Man Got a New Heart


So no guessing here then who was the fourth guest
Who had come in a hurry; at Hannibal’s late request

Arrived first with oil can in hand; does Hannibal greet 
With his painted on tuxedo looked more than a treat

And had waited for years upon years for a new heart
Maureen’s heart was to be the real deal; as a la carte

This heart alive and still beating; as it lay on the plate
The Tin man more emotional, with each morsel he ate

Not wanting to hang about to find his maiden a must
Disappeared quick upon his seat left a pile of old rust

The Tin Man the fourth character from the poem "When we had Maureen to dine" 

Disclaimer: I wish to point out that the real Maureen McGreavy was not used in the making of this poem and is still very much alive and kicking . . . ; ) 

Indiana Shaw . . . ; )

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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