Thursday, October 25, 2007

Robbie Keane aged 14

The summer term was over, and the holidays were on,
To earn a bit of money, Robbie worked with Uncle John,
His uncle was a kindly man, a plasterer by trade,
And Robbie was well pleased with all the money that he made.
A clinic was upon the list of houses to be plastered,
And Robbie practised at the trade and shortly had it mastered,
A week they toiled and mixed and screed beneath the burning sun,
Till soon there only was the pebble-dashing to be done.
But time was short and John moved on to start another job,
Leaving Rob instructions and a bonus of ten bob,
And yes, he quickly polished off the doctor’s surgery,
For Uncle John knew well that Robbie finished clinically

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