Ten, ten, it's the one that'll win

Alright, it's time right now for ten to shine,

This poem will be ten's very own shrine.

For the number that signals perfection,

Let us take a moment for reflection.


Without ten, coveting our neighbour's wife

Would simply be a normal way of life!

What would Letterman be without his Top Ten?

Would we ever watch his talk show again?


One plus none is 10, this is strange new math -

Must be the effect of Sylvia Plath.

At least there are still ten cents in a dime;

I'd say more but it's time to end this rhyme.

The End

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