His name was Finklestein
but they all called him Wrinklestein
on account of his shirt.
He’d politely smile,
although all the while,
he knew how much it hurt.
A contest entry
- Your Best Pre-Written Rhyme by piccola.
700 points, ended July 26, 2007, 31 entries
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Short but telling. Thank you for this entry.
