A poet mad, strange of parameter,
Exactly five feet in diameter,
Who, deluded and sick,
Cried aloud, I am Bic,
Was not a pen but a pentameter.
This poetry is posted by Bob's daughter, Heather...and on rare occasions by Bob himself. Please note that most poetry gets added retroactively. This can no doubt be confusing for readers, but is better for historical accuracy!
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