
So,
She stood, at a stop
Looking: fo(u)r ; an answer
So; I gave her: A, question to ponder
It was an interesting One
"Thought," it sounded pretty
fun
Said, she would meet me
At five hundred
And fifty
And seven
What a queer hour!
But who was I to cower?
I would meet her on the dot...
Lay-ed out before her
A wheel spanned,
It implored her;
To reach out a hand to me
"Shall I tell you the question?"
She bemoaned,
An-other,
question,
To my delight and glee!
A: hand-over-mouth,
A: gasp-and-a-shout:
"Why!"
I already told you the answer!
What I -want- is the question!
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