The Lassie and the Blacksmith

(With the art crawl filling the weekend, I’ve a bit of catching up to do, poetically speaking! I’m glad the next few prompts are on the lighter side. Here’s one for Day 25.)

Irma Marie Hammerschmidt
loved a lad with farmer’s kit,
“not on this farm,” his mother cried —
now he’s a ‘smith and she’s his bride.

(Saturday’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a Clerihew, with rhymed, humorous quatrains involving a specific person’s name. Yes, my mother’s maiden name really was “Hammerschmidt,” and according to family legend, my dad became a blacksmith in order to marry her!)

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