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September 2, 2013
She used to ‘do’ for Ernest,
she used to sweep his house.
He’d have her on her hands and knees,
chasing many a stray field mouse.
She used to cook for Ernest,
when sometimes he was bedridden.
He loved her stew and dumplings,
and other food he was forbidden.
She bent over backwards for Ernest,
far beyond her job description.
She put poultices on his boils,
and also helped with his affliction.
She used to lie with Ernest!
Well, it was easier than being on her knees.
At least he stuck to one position,
unlike some others she’d had to please!
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