He's twenty-six feet long.
Not twenty-five, for some reason,
but whatever. On with the song.
My Tape Measure and I are bugs.
...Um...Buds. I meant. My bad.
And where I go he go there too.
And neither us be sa.d
This thing is getting out of hand,
my ode to Tape Measure...
'is what I get for starting late.
I go look for treasure. Now. I. Um...Yeah.
(Thank goodness this is a nonsensical poetry blog...)
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