Klondike the Keyster Nailer

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Klondike was a Keyster Nailer
since way back when
he was a sailor!

Men would run
and start to scream
if they saw him come,

Klondike was
a robust man
how he like to hum

while in the shower
he would stand
waiting for a victim.

The dreaded drop
of the soap
Klondike could only hope

It's been said
he nailed a Keyster for two
No one admits it...Would you?

For Klondikes not known
for his wit or charm
His manners are those
of 'raised on a farm.'

He proudly proclaims
with out shame
He don't own a suit
thats been taylored.

For he don't get paid
till the coffins laid
Klondike the Keyster Nailer.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
wink

good one

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