Great uncle Arthur was never a master
of anything he tried either now or hereafter.
When he potted a plant it withered and died
and when he made jam it ran all over his hands.
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Nicely done, David. I really like your control of rhythm and rhyme, and you have created a character that is immediately endearing. Cheers!