Different Brew

One, two,

Buckle my shoe;

Something of a different brew.

Three, four,

Knock at the door;

Playing with words galore.

Five, six,

Pick up sticks;

Poems and stories intermix.

Seven, eight,

Lay them straight:

Special meanings they create.

Nine, ten,

A big fat hen;

Tapping keys and moving pen.

Eleven, twelve,

Dig and delve;

Imaginings to note and shelve.

Thirteen, fourteen,

Maids a-courting;

Ideas and thoughts assorting.

Fifteen, sixteen,

Maids in the kitchen;

That’s what such lines are rich in.

Seventeen, eighteen,

Maids a-waiting;

Tale and verse generating.

Nineteen, twenty,

My plate’s empty;

Stop now; that is plenty!

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