A poem about numbers

One.
It’s pointy and fun. Depending on how you write it.

Two.
It’s like me and you. Because there’s two of us.

Three.
Sometimes rhymes with tree. Unless you’re French.

Four.
Let’s go to the store. I’m out of milk.

Five.
It makes me feel so alive. Like that drink. Snapple.

Six.
Nothing rhymes with six. Don’t argue.

Seven.
It’s got less numbers than eleven. Which has more numbers than one.

Eight.
Put some noodles on a plate. Then throw some sauce on there. It’s delicious.

Nine.
Nine is doing just fine. It has no problems with seven, despite what you may have been previously told.

Ten.
The poem is at it’s end. It rhymes, shut up.

-Josh

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