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Nonsense Again.

This is a tale of Mums and Dads,

Wonderful people with many fads.

 Some can even stand on their toes(es);
others fall flat upon their poor noses.

Then there are those without any kids.

They all cook potatoes on iron grids.

 I like those that live next door,

They always greet me with, hello Mr. Shaw

Then the lady that lives down the street,

Always smiling whenever we meet.

One of my neighbours a Mr. Jones,

Always asks the Butcher if he has any Bones.

Johnny McGuire sings loudly in the Church Choir.

His rather loud voice does the others inspire.

My Neighbour on the side of my house,

Is very happy for she owns a white Mouse.

If this my poem finds not your taste,

Then what a pity it seems such a waste.

Not many write poems that actually rhyme,

I myself do it nearly all of the time

The scribbler Bern not a penny do I earn.

A smile is all that I daily do yearn.