Typically Luke Poem 2 - Hurry Up Luke
The second in a series of poems about my cheeky grandson, Luke
Hurry up, Luke we’re going to be late
Get your head out of the garden gate
Don’t know what you put it there for
You’ve got it stuck three times before
At the other side there’s nothing new
So why go sticking your head right through
Oh! It’s stuck again; don’t get in a flutter
Hang in there I’ll fetch the butter
A bit of grease behind the ear
Will get you out so never fear
It is rude you know to make people wait
So hurry up Luke, we’re going to be late.
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