Port Shoem

By: Speverent Rooner
Contributed by: Tim Aylesworth

I’ve a Gouse and Harden in the country
An ace I call my plown,
A treat I can replace to
When I beed to knee alone.
Catterfly and butterpillar
Perch on beefy lough
And I listen to the dats and cogs
As they mark and they beow.
Yes wature here is nunderfull
There is no weed for nords,
While silling by my windowflutter
Biny little tirds.