Handyman Poem by Mark Walters
Handyman
He said he'd druther,
Have me call him brother.
I'm blind in one ear;
Can't see with the other.
They wanted him hung,
That One eyed silver tongue.
Dang him, sang them;
So by his tongue he swung.
he was a good man,
So he lent me a hand.
I was disarmed,
He was the handyman!
Up there hung down
His end was sure profound
He was so handy
To have just hanging round
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