Excerp of My Poem

Excerp of My Earp Poem From my poor poem had read an excerp; Sounded so bad but still up they did slurp; Syrup seemed slick, So we had own pick; With feet in stirrup would have a big burp; Reason why along way up we would earp. This all had happened while he was being a little twirp, And poor little singer never learning how to chirp and he had a lot of nirp. Jim Horn Young Yank Living In Younkers Was an young Yank caught living in Younkers; Ended up having willy's playing with wonkers; And I do believe, Insanity receive; After he saw flying by some sexy big honkers, Lost broom he brushed with and went bonkers