Forsooth, my daughter Eva sits to mine own left:
She toils to write a poem for English class:
A worthy cause for one to learn while I, bereft
The love, attention, care of our one lass,
Do pen a work my own which I may share.
Her mind now rapt with words she seeks to meld,
Is learning art and science fine and fair.
These words have pow'r to break apart or weld.
At times too few, at times too many, then
At times too strong, at times too weak, these words
Are seldom stated well. Such has it been
Since start of time. O vomitus and turds!
Behold, my daughter's task is fin'ly done,
And thus, distracted, ends my mirth and fun!
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