Have You Enough Putty?
Wetching in the tersome rain
I mirched by glonal springs
The forling rupples staw my heart
The hurging muggle stings
Fritsomely, I mander by
Glarding at the lambring pines
Hoopingly, my grimbles go
I have abayed my prize
And now the sturgid tauling ebbs
I may felong my grafe
Unless I graunch upon a scroob
And merely hoom my lafe
But scroobs alone can't mirch this ache
A frezzle mought I seek
To nabblerize my kurchin loops
And scrafulate my gleek
Contributors: | N, F, Karin, Grayman, Beefy, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 10th October 2003 by Karin. |