I once had a neighbor called Lumb
Who had double joints in his thumb.
They looked rather weird.
As did his beard.
Especially when filled with crumbs.
Lumb wrote lyrical poems
which left the young ladies all glowing.
He married a Rose
And as everyone knows
Her love is so deep it’s overflowing.
She has so many lovers as well
I am unsure whether I should tell.
I am not one for spying
On women who are lying
In the arms of the men they have felled
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