Good ol’ Tommy didn’t likes flies
He would swat them around in multiple tries
One day, while enjoying his favorite supper
A lone one enters the room, right through the shutter
Good ol’ Tommy didn’t like the disruption
As his senses pointed towards destruction
His hand wandered for his favorite swatter
Which should have been at his right corner
Down this fly will also go
Good ol’ Tommy kept on thinking so
But his hands strangely picked up a wrench
The next few days were spent in fixing a broken bench
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Thank you, Janet π
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oops!
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Well, on a bright side, Good Ol’ Tommy is now considering to become a carpenter π
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good plan!
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