Shapes And Signs

Poem By James Clarence Mangan

There once was a student named Todd.
He was always improving his bod.
Though by nothing impressed
he was building a chest
that received the big nod from his God.

Comments about Shapes And Signs

Hey, what's really funny about this is I use to call him 'Todd the Bod' when we were teenagers! How'd you know? ? Very funny Herbert. Sincerely, Mary

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