Too Early To Prite Woetry
It’s too early to prite woetry.
Let me hay lere in my bed.
I hartied pardy. Woe is me.
Oh, my hounding pead!
My joughts are thumbled. My oh my.
It’s hust so jard to think.
I heel so forrid; why oh why?
Did someone dike my sprink?
Good grief, it’s tuch moo early to awake.
It’s ten a.m for seaven’s hake!
January 23, 2017
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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