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Brother Dumpty

Most people don’t know it,

Yet it’s true all the same.

Humpty Dumpty had a brother.

And Harold was his name.

 

Now Harold was fit and tan,

thin as a rail.

While poor Humpty was short,

portly and pale.

 

Humpty had no ambition

so he did not a thing.

While Harold was a Squire

and personal trainer to the King.

 

Harold became a lord,

and walked the castle halls.

While Humpty sat alone each day

atop the castle walls.

 

Lord Harold’s responsibility

was the good King’s health and weight.

But alas I guess we all know

poor Humpty Dumpty’s fate.

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Written by
guy-workman
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Published
Aug 15, 2010
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© 2009 Guy Workman

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