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The Sunnyside of David Uden (Free verse) by lukehanney
Who knows when it rains or snows,
When the weathers fine and washing's on the line.
When the beetroot faced postman comes to your door,
He's wearing shorts, legs you've never seen before.
Down the stairs strolls Dave Uden, frollicking clown
Despite the sun he's still in his dressing gown
He doesn't know, he doesn't care
He's just embarrased about his pink underwear.
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Overall Rank: 3312
Posted: April 30, 2007 4:55 AM PDT; Last modified: April 30, 2007 4:55 AM PDT
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