Robbin had a northern wren,
Its brown as dirt as loam,
Fer wherever that Robbin manned,
The wren abided alone.
It enjoyed her save dam part bridge,
It canned onto the stun,
It freed the river flow and bed,
Up swim a wren with can.
Cut Up Poems are a fantastic form of poetry. Here are some I produced recently. I hope you like them.
Robbin had a northern wren,
Its brown as dirt as loam,
Fer wherever that Robbin manned,
The wren abided alone.
It enjoyed her save dam part bridge,
It canned onto the stun,
It freed the river flow and bed,
Up swim a wren with can.
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