To take the time to tell me,
Is to tell the time that told her,
Trying hard to tether timmy,
To the trite and tasteless tatter,
Telepathic timmy tasted trite and mephitic matter,
Meters mattered not to the laughter of his mother,
Metaphysics took to telling me,
Time twas twenty two to three,
To travel more was to travel less,
To wear my mother's thursday dress,
To tell a poem entirely in T's,
Twas quite a tricky thing indeed,
More M's were most indubitably, what I would need,
Until tomorrow my time has taken leave,
For I must take to make my tired brain to sleep.

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updated Jul 2 by Rac7hel