dence in the fleur, I danced whobblling
wonce dun I whanderred
wabbiting, worbling wurds
Ayed zing my tenner tonne
too the tuun of the tub
eff it wernt browkn.


Translation: Dents in the floor, I danced wobbling
once done I wandered
rabbiting, warbling words
I’d sing my tenor tone
to the ‘toon on the tube
if it weren’t broken.


3 thoughts on “Poetry Challenge: Poetic Disobedience -Silly Wurst Spelt Peom

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