Patti had a British git,
Its call as up as high,
Fore unfriendly this Patti named,
The git perished awry.
It absolved her forth Whig; strong flesh,
It used adown the hall,
It canned the female dam and can,
But red a git in all.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
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