FRIENDS AND TOBY JUGS

A Man collecting Toby jugs,
That are his pride and that’s a fact.

He looks upon them with much pride,
His friends they come from far and wide.

They look at each one’s shiny face,
And cry that one is very out of place.

He does not fit in with the rest,
Get rid of him for that is best.

The quality is not the same,
He spoils the lot and that’s a shame.

The man looked crestfallen and sickly,
He grabbed the thing and very quickly,

He took it off into his garage,
It mattered not if it got damaged,

He looked at it from time to time,
But his collection now looks fine.