A Task In Hand

The girth of my apt worth
Is duly stacked quite high,
I also respect a nice verse
And duly scoring a nice try,
My writing can be aptly terse
Of which I duly cannot deny
That some end up in a hearse
With a sad farewell goodbye.

I am rich in some spirit
And like the odd tipple,
I have lots of hard muscle
And stretch to stay supple.
Looking after your nice body
Keeps you from being shoddy.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.