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Brains and Grunt
Building a house is lots of fun,
Beware this essay contains some pun.
The crew comprises brains and grunt,
But thank the lord, not Allen Funt.
We dig the hole, this man and me,
And with the tractor, move the tree.
We plan and plot and laugh a lot,
At end of the day we fall to our cots.
The lumbers bought, in all array,
The brain computes till all's okay.
The basements poured with near a hitch,
All's well within, with just one glitch.
The grunts not steady on her feet,
And tends to fall, while on her beat.
Poor brains is high in all the heat,
And waits for grunt without a peep.
The grunt she states "Just kiss my ass".
And brain, bless him, can't let this pass.
Down he jumps with lips all puckered,
And makes grunt laugh, cause she's so tuckered.
As you can see, the castles built,
Brains and Grunt did not say tilt.
Oh, It turned out a beautiful place,
And the booze it took, Was only a case.
Linda LaRae Adsitt
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