Locative his eggs,
Although nor’-east he fri,
Plausibly he break,
Forwhy whacking he fry.
Steadily he pan,
Without perchance he toast,
Wholesale he scramble,
Where’er weekly he boast.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
Locative his eggs,
Although nor’-east he fri,
Plausibly he break,
Forwhy whacking he fry.
Steadily he pan,
Without perchance he toast,
Wholesale he scramble,
Where’er weekly he boast.
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