Obliqueness can be boring at beast, <br />with sharp pointy horns, pause of feat, <br />Oh why cain't the English learn to speak? <br />And right the wrungs of there defeat? <br /> <br />Righting a poem can be frisky, the learned <br />stakes on much risky, the our of hour <br />discontent, brought on bye winter brooks. <br />Righting bye candlelite is beast to no... <br /> <br />Obtuse is much bitter, biter of phases... <br />daze of the pulpit ovary gowned down, <br />shouldered shrouds caul lawdy, singe <br />that steeple chaste, and win won fore <br /> <br />The gipper of roses, poses, hoses <br />running races to a sacral graven... <br /> <br />Jabberwocky never dyed... <br />This is liven proof...<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-can-t-poets-learn-to-speak/
