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This poem I wrote for a nonsence contest

Bemoan the days that pass too fast

Into the grindaly lo

For gim and wicky do dress the lass

As she smitters to and fro

 

Beseech the priest with londer locks

To confide his acts of woe

And spy the guy with the ivory eye

To the muckyards he must go

 

Beset the moment as tindercracks

Farcry the ancient show

Madandy makes the motion stop

And defeats the kinder foe

 

Author's Note

what does it say to you?