Traffic Poem by Ander Greigon

What's heard were the tonks and honks,
Of the street life reality;
Another divine and fonts,
That's a mature dealty

A fine and a rhine of well
Sheer the atmost dazzle quay,
Desire all the referred tell,
Beat of rather real and a day;

Fought to my aspire
Mean to very shielded road:
Revive to a lot of while
Shush to dessert gray of sod;

Belong to honesty
Dash were summoned seek and hold:
Bite of like and different host
Need to fill my little fold

Shallow and a nearly pree
Made to but and scattered shall:
Fast and welcome schonny knee;
Led to hope and stead of all

Wake to loudest and the shame,
Shout and for a single tick;
Fade and laid to runner's grain,
Not to please but never greet.