Back when all the pies are appled.
Bread bananaed, chips are cookied.
When all our softed sleeps are nighted
The seeding deeds we did indeed.

There, where all the seas are birded.
Birds are seaded, we are homed.
Then when all of home is we'd.
We are worded, words are songed.

Lets wend to when no ends are ended,
we edit sentences we served.
a past to which no future tense,
all is simpled, love is verb'd.

01/06/2013

Author's Note: wamperted <(")

Posted on 01/07/2013
Copyright © 2025 Johanna May