First you dug us from the ground
And threw us in a mould
You baked us in an oven
Then left us in the cold
When cooled we filled up pallets
Some dropped and broke so sorry
All the others stacked up high
Got loaded on a lorry
We went off to the builders
He’d wanted us real quick
To put another in the wall
Your standard building brick
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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