It makes sense to me

For cells in my brain to stay in their prime,

I like to take words and place them in Rhyme.

I’m at the age now when I must perform feats,

to keep me from wandering lost in the streets.

Having my faculties all up to speed,

I’ll share with you wisdom I’m sure that you’ll heed.

It makes sense to me and I hope it will you,

“Piddily pop a lop dop Buckaroo.”

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