There once lived a woodsman called Jim, Whose stature was farthest from Thin, The streams he did Wade, Logging is his Trade, To trust him turned Darkly and Grim. He claims that he Pays at the Top, But then the Lies never Stop, The ad shows no Name, You'll be to Blame, If he comes out and Plunders your Crop. He says that he pays at the End, The Trees down the road he will send, When the Logs were long Gone, I knew I'd been Wronged, As he kept all the Money to Spend. This whimsical limerick is based on actual events that happened to my family. The names were not changed to protect the innocent.
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