Contiguious With Being Ambiguious

Contiguious With Being Ambiguiou While our car swerves and swerves, You always like looking at my curves, And when the wind had many gusts; Kept blowing on my beautiful busts. When my many poems I did compile, None of them were ever worthwhile; And even when I went to an academy, I had flunked a course in anatomy. When you see my poetry's framework, You know it was written by a big jerk, And could be considered contiguious; Mine were really already ambiguious. Jim Horn