I finally got the attic straight,
Took Dad's old stuff away,
The strangest gear they'd ever seen
Was hauled through town today.
Both cameras with their splash attachments,
His painting done in boils,
His bowling saw and fishing sod
And wine arranged in coils.
The weeping bags,
The matched golf tubs,
His torn seat music
And Dad's gold strumpet.
I never understood the rules;
I didn't used to try.
But Daddy must have been a sport,
His memory makes me wry.
Shocking!
I let the beans out of the bag and I spilt the cat!
I was struck by thunder!
It wasn't my fault!
I don't want to go fingering pointers,
but I was unawares that I was taken.
I just had to stop and breathe a catch.
Warrior fun
Bill
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