poem

"Littfull finndrained, slimy eggworts, sundry goatnails."
Strarnoble said,"Farbeemish me to far to go
to get behind it."
Inn clear and sunny
Jim, I thought, "That's funny,
I never can fit much in . . ."

And so it went,
And so it goes,
Forever on it prob'ly was.
But as for me
I didn't stay,
I went home and read
Woman's Day.