Fiddler Poem by Nicholas Abaddon

Fiddler

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There was a fiddler on the roof

He sounded like he had a cloven hoof

He can’t keep a decent tune

He sounds like a bad Shatner cartoon.

He thinks he is a nightingale,

and sings many a tale.

He can’t rhyme at all,

Why won’t he slip and fall?

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