Gerrie eyed an alive yule,
Its Yule as aw as oar,
Till boorishly that Gerrie had,
The yule opened ashore.
Which chequered her like sort next type,
Which hoped across the sync,
It had the dessert whip and hay,
At mousse a yule out kink.
Cut Up Poems are a fantastic form of poetry. Here are some I produced recently. I hope you like them.
Gerrie eyed an alive yule,
Its Yule as aw as oar,
Till boorishly that Gerrie had,
The yule opened ashore.
Which chequered her like sort next type,
Which hoped across the sync,
It had the dessert whip and hay,
At mousse a yule out kink.
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