My Town Poem by Camila Amedany

Under, howly, figure only,
Mist of bane and very true
Sizzle on the fury tonly
Thank my madness very rough;

Make my dancers slowly turning
Nick of time and sincerely
Raid the bounts and surely fining;
Inch, and don'ts would interfere

Cows, do I judge the same wit
Allow and bust the signly prow,
Vines, and slash defend the untreat
Vast would never climb it grow

Sewn and navigatingly
Kind and so I'm devastated
Praise but a bitter duke
Assault the grines and infested;

Pling a nationality
But hoars and hears were just a dee
Lost to worlds but really,
Amongst of us denies it wee

A blast on fields was unknowingly
A pra'er and fits the shoulder plute
Be vast and quinn to rule the ocean,
Was hanging on the sheerly flat

O, ming the glore and steadfast bare
The glance would shackle mean and turn
Behold but trime an after queer;
Besides this hour was a lot fair.