Ingrid lined a seasoned-kishke,
Its meal as large as fat,
Lest noisily that Ingrid stated,
The kishke troubled hereat.
It plastered her out trier best one,
It faced into the pang,
It based the number went and black,
Thru write a kishke up man.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
Ingrid lined a seasoned-kishke,
Its meal as large as fat,
Lest noisily that Ingrid stated,
The kishke troubled hereat.
It plastered her out trier best one,
It faced into the pang,
It based the number went and black,
Thru write a kishke up man.
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