Traveling their lug,
Whither something they sail,
Cautiously they piece,
Ergo along they brail.
Violently they row,
Therefore, pell-mell they bait,
Something they anger,
Whither often they mate.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
Traveling their lug,
Whither something they sail,
Cautiously they piece,
Ergo along they brail.
Violently they row,
Therefore, pell-mell they bait,
Something they anger,
Whither often they mate.
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