Aisle tell ewe hay tail
Butt ewe’ll never bee leaf hits true…
Dry thing home from work two dey
Eye stopped four a bight awe too
Wen a pear of grate worriers
Flue rite at me like reign, and mist…
Aye was in ore of this bazaar site
Butt its the fax, eye in cyst!
Sew, having maid there presents felt
They then flu Hoff a-gain
Sum fought this was a holey sine
And owled hand whaled in vein…
Wile lovers found this hun like lea
And didn’t hacked two egg sighted
…
Hand, if ewe fink this is hard too reed
Then ewe should have tried two right it!
I love this poem. Had to put my grammar Nazi side in time out though. Very fun read. You have a gift! —JEN Garrett
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Fang queue vary much!
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