A both aye’ve scene on downy wings,
boughed beneath moonlit knight.
And ate black cats in Alis
rooms, two fat to eke a mouse.
Eye’ve Romed, I’ve clowned,
aye’ve neighsayed big gots
Playered colour on a feeled,
without the u. vs. me.
Meet in the sandwich, meat in the language.
We wander lonely as a cloud,
we wonder weather it’s aloud
to let these words, black, brown, or brindle,
Bee them salves.
However they wish to spell their whethery id.