I'm writing this poem with invisible ink
And it's gonna disappear
You better read it as fast as you can
For soon it won't be here

You better have a photographic memory
To remember what it said
For before you know it, it's gonna be gone
And you won't know what you've read

Now the first two stanzas are fading fast
You better hurry and read it quick
Every minute counts with invisible ink
You can hear the seconds tick

I trying to warn you to read a little faster
And I hope everyone will listen
'Cause if you don't you're gonna find out
That part of this poem is missin'

Well, I'm finally finished, this poem is over
And I hope you made to the end
It didn't disappear like I said it would
But wasn't it fun to pretend?


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