Wooden Spoons In Gardens Grow Poem by Paul Warren

The sweat was wiped off the brow
The spoon was stirred as they knew how
For 18 times they tried to win
A story state to be in

And KG woke to find a haul
Of wooden spoons counted one and all
How to curb such an embarrassment
Even when The Advertiser had it sent

So they dili and dali about
Or how do I let the hurt and shame out
A summer now so quietly spent
Looking as bad as Tex's ear is bent.

© Paul Warren Poetry