Poem for Hospice

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(Given to the Hospice worker who was taking care of my Dad)

We've got this little rule
We don't need to raise a ruckus
No matter where you start
You finish with the tuckus

Imagine the embarrassment
Imagine the disgrace
If you started with the tuckus
And finished with the face.