Sleepy Poem by Ander Greigon

A frown to faces so withdrawn,
Thy mality surround,
That's when justice comply own
The truth and figher sound

Despise some lies for legacy,
Rehalt a far lost cone,
The lot of rouse and steadfastly
Abound the finest moan

Aroused of thimpest rowling gee,
A smiling lean on pillow,
The light and storm alternately
Not slow the paced dome

Above the just perliament,
The same as irons row,
Much amnest on defense and treat
Does of the humans foe

Injustice of some pigeon spy;
For my irrelevance;
Bust auld so momentarily
Respite my duty once.