Plasterers Poems - Poems about Plasterers

...A twelve year old boy stands covered in ‘mud’ What the plasterers call cement His Grandfather came and offered a job For each hour, he’d pay fifty cents The buckets were h......Read the rest...

...Commodore Cornelius Vanderbilt raised you as a monument to his empire, and why shouldn’t he. From humble beginnings his art was monopoly. He understood the art in craft, it seems, for grand i......Read the rest...