Nonsense (Mercury Feet)

The tongue the stick that sounds the drum.
Now count the beat: da DUH da da DUM!
They eat and sleep, and sleep and eat.
Grow sluggish on their mercury feet.

And when we meet, we meet and greet.
And finding though we never did seek.
And spin the straw, producing gold,
A sight which we can hardly behold.

And when we sneak, oh how we creep!
We snuck upon the Little Bo Peep!
Who lost her sheep, began to weep
But then returned on mercury feet.

And tortoise soundly beat the hare.
An outcome that we all should beware.
The tongue the stick that sounds the drum.
Now count the beat: da DUH da da DUM!

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trying a mixed meter, first line of each couplet is straight iambic tetrameter, second line is 3 iambs followed by one anapest... just writing some nonsense poetry to try it out