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In celebration of No Rhyme or Reason day
A glass filled to the brim with water in hand,
I hop on one foot and obey on command.
Stripped completely bare from my toes to my head,
I recite every letter till “Z” has been said.
Then into the glass my cold cock takes a dip,
A snap of the camera to capture the trip.
No rhyme and no reason, just prompt blog post proof—
Of a task done in silence, obedient and aloof.
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Well, he’s a poet and we didn’t even know that!
Well — no Reason, but maybe just a little bit of Rhyme?