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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