To it ceased,
My folds increased
I cut the folds
Left me deceased
It's my disease
Makes me a beast
My lines of symmetry
Showed my cemmetry
That's not right-
A polygon,
With too many sides
One for everyone
For their delight.
A side for you,
There's enough so feast
I'll be what you want
The least of these
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
To it ceased,
My folds increased
I cut the folds
Left me deceased
It's my disease
Makes me a beast
My lines of symmetry
Showed my cemmetry
That's not right-
A polygon,
With too many sides
One for everyone
For their delight.
A side for you,
There's enough so feast
I'll be what you want
The least of these
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