' Reaving ' Poem by MILO WYATT

'Tis on the art of reaving
peeples do not gland
So guvel up all reavings
and spread them out the land.

Reavel up someone right now
Reavel peeple everyday
Reavel like you know how
Reavel each and every way.

When time is orla draggin
And thoughtwaves overcarst
reavel up the flaming
He'll warm you up real fast

A flubbing is not a reaving
as a hen is not a cow
And loving could be a reaving
if we only knew, just how

(A Lewis Carroll influence
albiet, a snot so good one)