A nonsense poem I wrote for school recently. How interesting that something that reads so wrong can still work….!
I walked down the dirsy road
A dozen wewds by my side.
Glack and cloudy was the sky,
My only iluminie from the moon.
My armsictk clenched with sclore,
Around my killew sword
I was trumbling with my fear,
For many a tale was told:
A dozen kangets haunt the land,
With kliant dagger like teeth.
They live just under the soil,
Sloothering under our feet.
My old man once told me,
If you ever hear a bloomloom
RUN! RUN! RUN!
Better get out of there before they catch you up.
He said I have to smith them,
Ensure there are glero left.
So I went SLASH! SLASH! Right and left,
With my killew sword.
I walked down the dirsy road
A dozen wewds by my side.
Glack and cloudy was the sky,
My only iluminie from the moon.