Frankly Poem by Reddle Hinheart

Wish by all discernity,
Is to fill my glass with water,
Lots of figures seem to bother
Mean was never lords to our!

Task of bless and honor thee,
Was to sigh with what was theened,
What a grawl when it felt rushened
Seem to understand it's pickened!

Cane and all the men of duly,
Cast their blood on their beginnings,
Fulfill all the chores and frangings
And behold the rays and cundings!

Shake a flast and mill on statements,
Real but not on weary odor,
Feel it's not the late December
Fang of frocks and lit the liquor!

Mean the longs on deal and grumbments,
Coned on every flungs and fies,
Not a humble on the nice
What's and from's to lead the price!

Tons were also celebrations,
Rimbs and wits to ferrow sanctions,
Puns and buns alone to errions
Fun and look to mere the seancions.