One hundred pomes
Are at the door
I think that this
Signifies war
One hundred pomes
A battering ram
The door stands tall
The door falls BAM
One hundred pomes
And they are here
The pomes have guns
And I have fear
One hundred pomes
Against one me
There’s no way out
That I can see
One hundred pomes
I have a plan
For after all
I am human
One hundred pomes
Here’s a new one -
And I wrote it
It says I won!
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