Number Eight Nonsense

NUMBER EIGHT NONSENSE

As I sit in this hour late
I find that I have bit the bate
To scratch the pen and also pate
Rhyming words to the number eight.

There's none but nonsense on the grate
Lit by what I annotate
In this weakened mental state
Rhyming words to the number eight.

I wish that I could titivate
This which I should eradicate
But worse than death is now my fate
Rhyming words to the number eight.

I could not hope to captivate
Now or at a future date
Anyone as I assassinate
Rhyming words to the number eight.

To those who read these words I state
Please learn how to triturate
Beneath your steel wheeled roller skate
These words that rhyme to the number eight.

~Michael Bahm~

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