Category: poem

Move the Meat Doctor

  Move the Meat Doctor Move the patients faster doctor, In and out they go Metrics are what matter doctor, numbers, don’t you know?   Don’t waste time on talking doctor, Diagnose them quick, Click the boxes better doctor, Hurry,...

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This Father Loves the Night-time

  This Father Loves the Night-time This father loves the night-time, when the sun is out of sight; when stars are waking silently to watch the earth all night. He stalks the house alert and still, ensuring all is well. If light...

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Santa ain’t no Southerner…a poem

With regards for photo to: http://folksinpublic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/redneck-santa-sm.jpg   Santa ain’t a Southerner I love that man called Santa Claus, I always have, it’s true! He’s fat and kind and...

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