Thursday, 26 May 2011

Thursdays poem

Just who is Huw, we ask ourselves.
We only have a jist.
We only know his job title
ends in the prefix 'ist'.

He could be a dentist and play with teeth,
Or a chiropodist and tackle feet,
An optometrist who works with eyes,
Or a psychiatrist who deals with lies.

But from days in the saddle, we now have a clue,
And we've put Huw to the test.
He's a cyclist, and do you know what?
That's the 'ist' he does the best.

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