A pen, a duck, a bell, a ball
A bottle of isopropyl alcohol
Mixed nuts and a watch as well
Bubble gum with cinnamon smell
A keyboard and mouse
All inside my house
On my desk is where they rest
With a printer to my west
A whirring fan is in my ear
And an office chair beneath my rear
I type and think and type a poem
If only I could rhyme a word with poem…
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