His Strength
Contributed by
Hamp
on
Thursday, 2nd October 2003 @ 01:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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He was six foot- four, at three hundred pounds,
When it came to work, good to have around.
He could twist the bolts. He could screw the pipe.
He could lay the cast-iron, with all his might.
A shovel no problem, his hand clasped a pick
Could beat a �hoe�, digging a ditch.
All the girls around, tried to win his favor,
But he had no time, he had his savior.
She was five foot-five, thin as a rail,
Glanced from the side, favored a nail.
With the sway of her hips, she could make them feign,
Then, of course, her flowing mane.
Many a man, tried to win her favor.
She�d have none of it, she had her savior.
Thru life they walked, hand in hand,
He had his woman, she had her man.
Then came the day, they just didn�t see,
Tho he searched for her, it was not to be��.
He is six foot- four, at three hundred pounds.
When it comes to work, he�s gone to ground.
There�s no more bolts, no pipe to screw.
Forget the cast iron, for he is through.
The only ditch, coming his way.
Is a three by six by six, as they lay him away.
Hamp Nichols
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2003-10-02 01:25:00] (Date/Time posted on
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