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“My te-Dum Poem.”

“My te-Dum Poem.”

The text for this poem,

although it seems tedious,

really works best

when read out aloud…

with feeling…

trust me, it does.

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum,

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum;

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum,

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum;

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum,

te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum, te-Dum.

I Am (aka ‘My Bike’)

I am a man

who has a bike;

I like the bike

I have.

I ride my bike

upon the road,

I like to ride

my bike.

The wheels go round

and round and round

and round and round

and round,

until I hit

a wall.

And then I fall,

and break my arm,

I know that I

have come to harm,

(and) my bike is broke

beyond belief,

upon the fate

of my bike

I grieve.