what rambunctious little things
they wander, hither, thither, whether, feather,
oh great. *slap myself*
the greatest frosty crime of all,
the most nefarious, henious, tastiest blip
shall i be kicked out?
(i gasp in trembling fear)
whywhywhy did iRhyme???
and so one must beg the great Lord Author of this collection of
can we mispel, I wondar, in this fredum varse?
reader knows not
espanol (squiggly line above the n is unfortunately invisible),
nosotros = we or us
as yours truly brings
math into the equation
although , really,
it wasn't math at all
a figment of thy imagination
a fig, a yummyYummy gorgeous fig
which quite honestly,
i have never
t a s t e d .
the cliched evil laugh (little slanted line on the e unavailable)
--lots of those lines unavailable.
p.s. actually *types in chapter title and THEN clicks publish*