Mockery To An Unknown Lad Poem by Driven Endowed

Come you boy no heed,
waist thought slapped you I,
Sight me flash you nuts,
Run will you in speed.
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Thy ease I found deed,
Clink in drum of dry,
Good, all what I did,
For rare is for why.
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Why thou come not lead?
Seems these nuts of I,
Will flow tongue of yours?
Ouch! Nay, nay, will I.
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Crob, weel, jump or bleed,
Nay will I to feed,
Nor put these nuts high,
But, hang on neck by.
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Green leaves thou see....seed,
Thou thought thee should tie
with, are in the die,
Cry, snob, is all.......need.
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(c) D. Endowed