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Homonym Catasrophe

A poem in honor of my blog. Have fun, everybody! Place tongue firmly in cheek. They'res a buoy at the window Smiling inn at me But eye don't really no hymn Wait—he's Nettie's boy, that's he! He's got a creepy effect And wholes all in his genes His pants are held up by a chord A very pore lad he seams. Ewe be witness to this boy A buoy who has no wright To bee laying their upon my sill A disgraceful aweful site. Sew Nettie, you come get hymn And take him back to home The afternoon is a-waisting So come and get him, come.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 8/5/2015 3:16:00 AM
Mary this would have fitted in well with a contest that was held earlier in the year - was great fun:-) hugs Jan xx
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