A poem rime tail about a bushy tale
Shod a squirrel down in the dale
My words dew knot look write.
I shod hymn running on a big offence
I’ll yews Spell Check so this due make cents
I squeezed… with hymn in my site.
He jumped high and came to a halt.
Flipped over, dune a summer-salt
Leigh dead write their.
He was a phat one to be shore
I only kneaded to get won moor.
I like squirrel better then hair.