A One Two Fwee Production Poem by Catherine Casey

A One Two Fwee Production



On getting out of bed one day
I found I couldn’t rise.
I counted at a steady pace -
It worked to my surprise.


Concocted as a rhythm
I numbered - ‘One, two three’.
Misheard by my misses.
Perceived as ‘One, two Fwee’.


And so began in earnest
The slogan we love best:
‘A one, two Fwee’ Production,
For rising from our rest.

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