Rough Picnic Poem by Cynthia Cename

Will of a manter
A hill to prey
Ship on the linen
A picnic say
Wrapped of abouts;
Sunny day.

Meek and whenever
All disturbs
Feisty of surely
Tender lips,
Reserve the Mounty,
Think and gasps.

Gone with the ancient,
Timid toss,
Hay fence rive a bumpy
Roof and splice,
Sorrow devastated
With sew plus.

Fondest of my gesture,
Frilling mist
Unveiling subject
Mere a wolf
Role of my hanky
Was to fook.

Pray to the valley,
Hushed ding;
Inmost of doing,
Forlorn bridge,
Sizes and colors
Owner wing.