They have felled

I once had a neighbor called Lumb
Who had double joints in his thumbs.
They looked rather weird.
As did his beard.
Especially when filled with   old crumbs.

Lumb wrote  his lyrical poems
which left the young ladies all glowing.
He married a  Rose
And as everyone knows
Her love is  not deep ,it’s   overflowing.

She has so many lovers as well
I am unsure whether I ought to tell.
I am not one for spying
On women who are lying
In the arms of the men they have felled