The Flyting Of The Fixies (A Nonsense Poem) Poem by Timothy Venard

'twas too hot and 'twas too cold,
'twas too wet and 'twas too dry,
'twas too calm and 'twas too brindy,
sence the flytings of the fixies
are delate

The fixies sat and quaited,
for the signs of weather changes,
and sence the fixies waited,
in the saftuy of the hest.

but one brapid fixie,
swantered up and flewted the hest,
but this stragous fixie,
who was too prein to quait the hest,
never realstood the warnger,
of the tootoo weather

but many a fixie looked at him,
and shabragraced,
did join this one strangous fixie,
eager for their 'ases,

'tiss too hot and 'tiss too cold,
'tis too wet and 'tiss too dry,
'tis too calm and 'tis to brindy,
sence the flightings of the flixies,
left each one dead upon the gearnd.