I’m writing a poem every day in April for National Poetry Writing Month.
I have nothing to say about today’s. I’m off now to make myself a cup of tea.
Washing the hog
I schlob to gim the bingly scun
to glom a thringy-dee
you denry on the dingly klun
it’s vandik after shree.
        So hupty warr me throsey dill
        so hapty war me slees
        it’s clip the ban an sunky swill
        an fawl the glarmy tees.
But och the shoal you cangley wase
nor did a lanti low
for nichty ster you nuchty pase
nor wid me tawnie go.
        So hupty warr me throsey dill
        so hapty war me slees
        it’s clip the ban an sunky swill
        an fawl the glarmy tees.
Sumty now when tangley air
a drimpy weelin eye
you an me a glawnin tare
an n’er to drimpin wy.
        So hupty warr me throsey dill
        so hapty war me slees
        it’s clip the ban an sunky swill
        an fawl the glarmy tees.
        So hupty warr me throsey dill
        so hapty war me slees
        it’s clip the ban an sunky swill
        an fawl the glarmy tees.
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