Investigations

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Iambic Pentameter

I am Bic
Pen....  and a shaver.
you thought I might say: Tam-eater.
But who are these Tam eaters?
Who is Tam? And who might want to eat poor Tam?

Is he Tam a Shanter? But what is a Shanter?
Is he a drunken Santa?
Has he seriously compromised his life
promising what he cannot hope to give?

I see a little mole, with his nose of a joker's cap
burrowing through the earth for ever.

So does a naughty thought throw his paws
ever sideways, hoping for a final clause.

Up, up, he goes, into the bottom of a pond and drowns.
Well. Oh dear. The mud his last surrounds.



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