(obsession
doggerel)
Shadow Study
Tim’s sciomania
was bad—
The worst
that any man had had.
Tim hung
around on sunny days
To watch
some shadows. Oh, he’d gaze
For hours
as the shadows danced
And
flickered, waved, sometimes pranced.
The
saddest thing was when they shrank,
Which
darkened him—and then he drank!
And cloudy
days depressed Tim more—
And nights
were worst—they made him roar.
At last, Tim
bought bought a special lamp,
Which
fastened to him with a clamp.
And so he
lived, our friend named Tim,
His shadow
always next to him.
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