Poem Entitled: Poem
There once was a poem from
Nantucket, who couldn't think
of a good rhyme.
WAIT BUCKET.
When the poem runs out of
things to say, it ends, or at least
it should. What can I say,
I'm a sucker for a good
multivitamin
You've almost convinced me
that I'm more than just
touch and mercy.
When I update, I mean
business, when I shower,
I let the water run down
my poem and through
my stanzas.
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