Paul loved thinking and writing and winking,
But he simply had no time.
He spent days in a daze and a craze for a phase,
And worked six hours for a dime.
At last, Paul said, “I’d rather be dead,
than live this poor life of mine.
I’ll restrict me to bed,
eat water and bread,
do nothing but write and dine.”
All watching applauded and called him a hero.
Hannah bet that he’d stay for centuries:zero.
With a wink to the crowd Paul shut the door,
And there he stayed inevitably for–
A brief moment had passed,
when “finally,” “at last”
The door opened up (scaring Ben).
At a dash Paul ran out,
And gave a high shout,
“Don’t make me go in there again!”