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TAPROOT POEM

My middle school classmate Harry Tarantula
Passed the hours in pre-biology class
Doodling immense phalloi. Caught, he'd claim
He was working on a presentation on the taproot.

To corroborate Harry's story, I would volunteer
To recite a taproot poem: no teacher ever
Paid the least notice to my comradeship.
Harry crashed his light craft a few years back
And now there's a scholarship in his name.