Pop-Up Poem

Groveling Over Shoveling


He wanted more money,
of which I did lack.

I said, "A fat wallet
will throw out your back!"

He laughed, and then left...
then later returned.

"Ok," he said groveling,
"I’ll do it for ten."

He did a poor job——
never shoveling again.

Another driveway-shoveling poem, by Nancy.

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