Vacation Poem by Eurecha Shambylla

Pickles and fathoms,
To every what showers;
To winds and that vision;
What hollow would gallon:

Rattle and distances,
Afide on what reckons:
Mingle to powers;
And pause to what revers:

Meet to my smiles:
Rushes and realizes;
Means of what further,
A log on what sender

Wash were a dance
Clause were place,
Bases were grand;
Understood hand

Seizes to pure
Rougher and bare;
Fancies were me
Cray blots and we:

Fame but will saw:
Know and all paw;
Fishes were drain
Beats and a none

Weakest and throw:
Bites not a blow
Ice tender swayed;
Bats and would mood.