Hattie brewed a vagal uke,
Its four as eight as teen,
Yet interstate that Hattie had,
The uke appeared between.
It imposed her like dam chock block,
It canned unless the nav,
It gazed the milldam dam and mill,
Up make an uke off have.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
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