The Value of Work Nursery Rhyme
Young Lenny at school would dream through each day,
He never read books, he just liked to play,
So it wasn't a quirk
That he didn't learn work:
All play was leading his future astray.
Grown Lenny farewelled his sweet mom and dad,
He packed up and left the one home he had.
But it wasn't a quirk
That he couldn't find work:
All play had left Lenny skill-less and sad.
November 28, 2022
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Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2022
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