There once was a man, your neighborWho whould never pay you a favorUntil one dayWhen his wife said 'Hey, I think I'm in labor! '
I'm sorry to say, Mr Bradson,
that your spelling's a little bit sad, son -
and as for the meaning
(from what I am gleaning) -
well, good try, but a little bit mad, son...
Hahahaha! ! ! That was a good one, but the fact that you misspelled labor, and neighbor was quite depressing. Remember! Correct spelling is a fundemental.
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