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Aug 2010
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.
© 2009 Guy Workman
Written by
Guy Workman
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   Eleanor Parker
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