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.

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Well, the whole point of this poem, which came to me randomly last night, is to count up. The first chapter is "one," the second, "two," and so on. Other than that, because this poem is just for fun, you can simply go wild!

updated Jul 21 by Fluffycrow