My Uncle

My uncle is so clumsy that
He trips on gusts of breeze.
He ran into a building in
The middle of a sneeze.
And when he drives his car he hits
The gas instead of brake…
So last time he went driving
Uncle landed in a lake.

My uncle is so clumsy, when
He makes you cups of tea
He’ll often break a mug or two
And sometimes even three.
And if the man is ironing you
Would never dare to ring…
He’d answer on the iron, quite
A nasty, painful thing!

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