My Mom Was Ambidextrous Poem by Phil Soar

My Mom Was Ambidextrous



My mom was ambidextrous, she joined a marching band
She could play so many instruments, and hold two in her hands
But as her feet were arthritic, she couldn't stand the pace
And everytime the band would march, she fell flat on her face

Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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