Wooden Spoons In Garden Grow
The sweat was wiped off the brow
The spoon was stirred as they knew how
For 18 times they tried to win
A story state to be in
And KG woke to find a haul
Of wooden spoons counted one and all
How to curb such an embarrassment
Even when The Advertiser had it sent
So they dili and dali about
Or how do I let the hurt and shame out
A summer now so quietly spent
Looking as bad as Tex’s ear is bent.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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