The Help Monger
The help monger was trying to spoon out the candied hearts.
They were being obstinate, stubborn, off the charts.
A cupid came along to see if he could help in any way.
They finally got them all collected at the end of the day.
We will put them on beds, pillows, candies and cakes.
We will fill up the vibrating recliner until she shakes
cupid began to back off, she was afraid of the help monger now.
His ideas of grandeur were worse than a pup stuck on bow wow!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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