Tom Fiddlebox

My name is Tom Fiddlebox,
I have lost my colored socks.
I married a fox,
But she turned out to be an ox.
My name is Tom Fiddlebox,
I work on broken clocks.
I saw a fish, who talks,
It sank my boat out on the docks.
My name is Tom Fiddlebox,
I took my money to buy some stocks.
Instead I ended up with bag of rocks.
Which, I bought from a man name Freddy Cox.
My name is Tom Fiddlebox,
I went to a farm to see the flocks.
After the farm I went to see some hawks,
But instead I got beat up by a bunch of jocks.
My name is Tom Fiddlebox,
I went to visit it the fox that, really was an ox.
She stays at zoo now where she breaks rocks.
It’s not too far just a few blocks,
When I got home I ended up with the chicken pox.
Life hadn’t been to kind for I am only Mr. Tom Fiddlebox.
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Posted: Mar 2017

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