The Poor Old Gardener
A poor old gardener said, "Ah me!
My days are almost done.
I've got rheumatics in me knee,
And now it's hard to run.
I've got a measle in my foot,
And chilblains on my nose,
And bless me if I haven't got,
Pneumonia in my toes
All my hair has fallen out
My teeth have fallen in
I'm really getting rather stout
Although I'm much too thin
My eyes are slow, my ears are faulty
My tongue is tied in knots
And now my barrow and my spade
Have all come out in spots
So dear me
Help thy poor old gardener!
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This poem is amazeballs!
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Thanks!
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Sorry but this is a little
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Thank You Clarice Hare for
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You're welcome, and good luck
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I agree with Clarice Hare
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My pick for a winner would
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