A poem about Mr. Manny.
Mr. Manny was very, very mad.
Mad as a hatter and twice as bad.
In strange garb he was clad.
Mr. Manny was my Dad.
Oh Mr. Manny liked a smoke.
In his mouth, was a croak.
He was very, very prone to choke.
Just kidding, that was all a joke.
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Inspired by my little brother’s account of my dad when he was little. He exaggerated a bit if you can tell.
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