The Leaning Tower Poem by Ima Ryma

It was in the 12th century,
I, a bell tower, was begun.
Shifting sands started leaning me.
I was only one third way done.
What saved me was the Pisans stopped
My construction a hundred years
To fight some wars. The soil did opt
To settle down, and to all cheers,
Pisa's leaning tower done came.
Galileo did dropp his balls
From my top, adding to my fame.
Worldwide, visitors make their calls.

Being famous is really great.
I just hope I never go straight.