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Brett Stewart

Brett's Poem 

Sadie wants me to write a poem and submit it.
But she doesn't get any credit, I did it.
Short and sweet and not too impressive.
I guess, for me poetry is so illusive.
So I'll sit and play Spider Solitaire.
While all my bratty grandkids are in my hair.
And my wife's not here to fix me dinner.
But to me, she's still my winner.
All of those bratty kids are talking off my ear.
While I'm playing Solitaire, sitting on my rear.
I much rather be working on my rod, that is hot.
And being outside in the summer is so much fun... NOT!
So I finally did this stupid poem.
And now, maybe Sadie will leave me and go home.



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