Best Awl Poems

Randomling 1:  Matthew Macfadyen

I believe I'm in love with Matthew Macfadyen
He inspires in me a terribly bad yen
But as poetry goes
His name 'spires woes
Cause...

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When eye was eating my serial this mourning
Aye red the hole rules four the contest
Eye sore it inn black and white
It was plane for all...

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A drop of paint upon a canvas,
                  ...

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'Tis know wander nor em aye telling yew anything gnu,
Hour tongue is awash with homophones confounding me end ewe.

Ah, two sea thee broad expenses from...

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Don’ wanna bee roun ewe noh moh.
Don’ wanna see da trajuhdee dats heded,
At yah doh.
Ewe wuz vary ahful tah mi,
God’s chile. Eye didden doyah nuttin.
’
Yah...

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Laying inn the grass watching the clouds float buy, my mined wanders aweigh as eye smell that apple pi. 

I've patiently waited four spring and...

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(Revised with new homophone added in. Thanks for the catch, Becca!)

*Wants upon **uh thyme inn uh would, uh vary gneiss prints named Hairy
met inn the...

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The DVD lady came over today
And she was Chinese
She knocked at my door
And as soon as I opened,
“You wanting teefeetee pleeease?”

“I haw new mowie and...

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This is my Homophone contest submission     


Ewe No A Lyre

their once was a man with a bore
who worked down at the...

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Aisle never no watt kame over mi
too sine up four that coarse.
Eye shirley mussed halve lost my scents
oar bin throne off my hoarse.

They said they'd...

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Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see;
here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear,
whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail-
tale upp inn...

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I'm sorry for awl the prayers

Youse darn tootin' sure
we'll be gettin up for church
on a Monday mornin'

Huh dearie?

That brain is so itty bitty
I could pick...

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There once was a mad-man with an ax.
Well known for some very shocking acts.
He runs down a church aisle 
Chops the altar to a pile,
He...

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Oi be nowt but an auld country hick,
we a liddle bit of gall, an a lotta stick.
Oi baint niver afeared to speak me mind,
nor critizise...

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What a grate dey it is
Sonny whether and awl
Let's wring in Spring Brake   
Thyme for fun, half a bawl.  

Cum on, let's...

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