and now for something completely different...
Port Shoem
by The
Speverent Rooner
I've a Gouse
and Harden in the country
An ace I call my
plown,
A treat I can replace to
When I beed to knee
alone.
Catterfly and
butterpillar
Perch on beefy lough
And I listen to the dats
and cogs
As they mark and they
biaow.
Yes wature here is
nunderful
There is no weed for
nords,
While silling by my
windowflutter
Biny little tirds.
Short Poem
Po.