Bout To Trouble Poem by Ander Greigon

Days of the auld and dose and know
Fling to the edge and bow and how,
Mean every sly and fought and claw;
Sought on the row and haul and foe

The I forgive the silent folk
Slush and decept the only look;
Quick and hend of tall and greet,
Back to the bray and fall and walk

Dale and must be a finace weep
Built and accomplished every step;
Wind and the masons clore the self,
Not late to realize a leap

Pane and a windy galore hea
Play all a wend on garnish lie,
Kind and be witty to rubree;
Fane and the dull of cunter sea

Bases were all so puny bunk
Fingers and keys and carefree lunk;
Be sole to reach the hungry knock,
Bold and a should to fury nuke.