Seven, seven straight to heaven

Seven is mine

Because seven ate nine.

Seven Jeans is chic,

Seven days of the week.


Seven is lucky

Seven is prime

Seven rhymes with heaven

I think that's sublime.


Seven heavenly virtues,

Seven deadly sins.

Seven-Elevens' slushies

Taste way better than gin.


Seven colours in a rainbow

Seven bones in mammals' neck

Seven spots on a ladybug

I could go on--but oh, what the heck.

The End

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