To Peomhuters. Poem by Ebi Robert

I will dance and dine-
and be first man to rest.
I will be first man to rest.
Wax cool from bright ankle.

bram, brum, crum, cram,
like that,
yah!
poemhuter has this wood.
when you be a member, you will be a poet.
As such a friend to get.
Keep on hunting in stillness.

what sought you hunt?
That friend as wide.
Ill in portion of hunter-lovers.
why is bright calling the name of hunters?
Like some kind of lively scientist we've deceived.
No one is strong to stand our words.
Error. Your words.
your inspiration.

lala la poemhuter hunt me down.
else, i tell your elegy.