Digest Poem by Ander Greigon

Fought my very longing;
The tust I lean on judging:
Bait and so suggesting:
Begot the sums of hearing,

Plain and very simple;
The weight of butt on saddle:
Tight a might on gripple:
The got that once so gentle,

Ounce of every random;
The guts were meek to fathom:
Bust the will ought bithem:
The fast I woke and andamn,

Bit of every rattle;
The joust I like to windle:
Goal were very sensual:
They bout and till a rindle,

Chalk of our suffested;
A tackle every moment:
Night and owls were bunted:
A light would come referred.