Mister Lee Is Austere, - Poem by Liza Sud
Mister Lee is austere,
His cough is scary and short.
He needs a good doctor’s treatment,
and also a warmer shirt.
When he shouts about budget -
It is heard in the kitchen.
But he is gentle sometimes,
As the far morn in Korea.
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