Steampunk Beetle
Steampunk beetle knew how to dress.
He was always immaculate, never a mess.
I liked his monocle too, I must confess.
I visited him often in the home of my grandma Bess.
The one thing that he did of which I could not agree….
He replaced body parts with metal, first an arm, then a knee.
Why do you do this? I asked; it was weird as far as I could see.
I want to be as steampunk as I can possibly be.
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