Scundered

Just a bit of fun...

Mother Murray
Was always in a hurry
Her hair she once wore curly
But now she looks so surly.

Margaret,
Did so often fret
Many tasks she did set
But not often were they met.

Will you do it,
She asked in al fit
I’ll do it in a bit,
But not just yet.

I’m scundered
Not a finger have you foundered
I just shook my shoulders
The garden full of boulders.

Author's Note

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