An elderly poet named Coker
Wields a mean old poker.
When I said, “your verse is bad!”,
He called me a “rude young lad!”.
It’s painful being chastised with a poker!
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K Morris - Poet 
I always knew pokers could be bad things as well as goid Kevin
You are a wise lady, Lorraine! Enjoy your Sunday. Best, Kevin
Sounds like one mother Coker 😎
I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem. Best wishes, Kevin