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Uncle Arthur

by Paganini Jones

Uncle Arthur, very fat
Sat on Grandma's Sunday hat.
As her head was still inside
It was squished, and so she died.

A tragedy, but I'm not whining.
Every cloud has its silver lining.
Happily the hat was fine
And now, I'm glad to say, it's mine.

11/03/2007

Posted on 11/03/2007
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