But I reckon I will try.
A nake would lither on the ground
And blue would be the ky.
We'd eat andwiche and a nack after noon;
We'd leep all night and tare up at the moon.
A bee would ting, a gun would hoot,
To wedding and church we'd all wear uit.
We'd all ing ong at Chritma time,
And low down at all top ign.
We'd urf the web and anwer the phone,
And read an article in the Rolling Tone.
We'd drink an oda and a pipe we'd moke,
And in the bathtub we all would oak.
We'd wim in the pond, and cook tew on the tove;
An ailor would ail, a crow would till crow.
That all I can take - my poem mut be done!
I hope eth come back before the next one!
