Robert Hall

Mr. Bradson

There once was a man, your neighbor
Who whould never pay you a favor
Until one day
When his wife said 'Hey,
I think I'm in labor! '

Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 9, 2005
Poem Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2005

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Comments about Mr. Bradson by Robert Hall

  • Michael Shepherd (4/9/2005 6:20:00 PM)

    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...

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  • Justin Le (4/9/2005 5:50:00 PM)

    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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