Not On Songs Poem by Ander Greigon

Singing with poems and oughts so long;
A reckon I will and belong
Bringing the joule and the guts so wrong;
Would definitely bound boring ding

Of flying and lift would crame before,
A load to a crill ream and another
With soul to the fury and bin of a prior,
Lush on the blaze and the duller

A shang on the gist and cling sooner blinging;
A vault would behold all the winding
The lost of the price deceive all the bonding;
Be fled on the point of the ceiling

But songs of the hope and ponder sorry,
A blot of the oust and ready
The fing would degust a render meany,
Beset on the silky sonne pungy.