A Poem by Eeyore

Christopher Robin is going.
At least I think he is.
Where?
Nobody knows.
But he is going --
I mean he goes
(To rhyme with "knows")
Do we care?
(To rhyme with "where")
We do
Very much.

  (I haven't got a rhyme for that
"is" in the second line yet.
Bother.)
(Now I haven't got a rhyme for
bother. Bother.)
Those two bothers will have
to rhyme with each other
Buther.
The fact is this is more difficult
than I thought,
I ought --

(Very good indeed)