Bed and Breakfast

Here is a fun little poem using the iambic rhythm (4-3-4-3) that randomly popped up inside my head.

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Bed and Breakfast

There was a man who overstayed
and did not pay his dues;
we steamed his rugs and then him too,
and kept his bag and shoes.

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I promise I’m quite right in the head. What do you think? 🙂