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Mr. Drake, they say,
Has an artichoke a day.
I'm not certain how he
Manages that though.
Oh, I know a thing
From time to time,
When a something
Taps against my mind.
But this is a something
That I simply do not know.
Perhaps he sneaks
It in his shoe?
Or in a paper
Bag or two?
Or hides it
Underneath his hat?
Do you think he'd
Do a thing like that?
And when nobody
Has a clue,
And the lunchtime clock
Strikes twelve oh two
He pulls it out
When class is through?
Oh, I don't really know.
Do you?
Copyright © MMXII Richard D. Remler
**A Children's Tale**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem