Uncle Didi
Uncle Didi stays in abbeys and churches.
Ministers, nuns, monks gather.
Group of seniors, veterans lurches.
He was never a minister -- a butcher.
Behind the church is a shop,
where he used to work and chop.
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2022
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