Random Poems

Sunday 9 June 2013

Father Knows Best

Father Knows Best

When I was a little boy, 
I was short and not too thin.
My father put me on the rack,
To stretch my stumpy limbs.
Now I'm over 10 feet tall,
And I bend in a strong breeze.
But it's not all ash & vinegar,
I get the best fruit from the trees.




By J. Barrett

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