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"The taming of the shrew"

The taming of the shrew,

There he is, no doormouse, no shame
scuttle, wheatgrain, soft, shrewd
He tackles the grain, I do the same

There he is, no vole, no goals
he nods and he bobs in the winds
He does what I say, he does what he's told

There he is, no brown mouse, no joy
I whip him and I beat him, I treat him
whip-lash, car-crash what became of my boy?

He whispers, he swings, he does no more
There he was, still, like cordial (orange or lemon)
He sleeps on my lap, no shrew. He's my son.

On my level: your son sleeps on your lap and tackles your grain. You beat him (off) and he bobs.

Wonderful.

[S]apologies

Ive told him so many times, but he wont/doesnt know how.

Jim-Hat should have a book of something. That's a good idea.

I hope not.

No one,
but two,
I am me,
but are you, you too?

No one didnt either.

H²O wrote:
> You goons. Poems dont have to rhyme on every line, we're not going
> back to play school.
> Idiots.

No one mentioned rhyming.

You goons. Poems dont have to rhyme on every line, we're not going back to play school.
Idiots.

Jim-hat makes another great poem, i like how you got the rodent in it again.

Supurb.

Jim-hat rules.