Gimble See Poem by Bruce Ruston

Twoth gillmog seem and simbol
how yorn preen and even Gimble
is bogged not down with adult drench
you even love to thrith and french

But here say to you from mine eye
creepth not youths dining lye
for I am yine keepers semble
in my mind dye'st tremble

Twoth gillmog keen to primble
past a ever grown Gimble
not bogged past adult kind
Tis not sure what what ye find

But here say to yu in better harp
there be no monster to tharp
on about yor better caninesee
its some what there reportedly