Rode To Naturality Poem by Ander Greigon

Thorns of my weakest,
Let fine the richest;
Fight to the plore
Brank and adore...

Bade when goodbye
Late and reply;
Counter and fook
Crumpy and look...

Deal on utterly
Blind and figuratively:
Seen through binker
Nuts and laughter...

Shame on the beast,
Knocker of yeast
Bean and behold;
Tust it is told...

Bust to subside;
Rattle must I:
Fin and foremost:
Understand lost...

But, oh spider,
Lot of fever
Seem of the this
Furingly please.