When writing iambic pentameter,
my head grows and grows in diameter.
I know I'm a bore,
but then what are brains for?
I'll make being a tool my parameter!
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When writing iambic pentameter,
my head grows and grows in diameter.
I know I'm a bore,
but then what are brains for?
I'll make being a tool my parameter!
We can trade rhyme for rhyme
till the end of all time.
I won't give up while both of us live,
but something might have to give
or we'll both end up rhyming till pigs learn to fly.
But I'm just not ready yet to say goodbye. ;-)