Word Doodling Poem by Tom Billsborough

Pigs will consume pigswill. Will you?
Larks lark in the blue yonder.
I ponder.
Matter matters. Water splatters.
Pitter patters. Rain reigns
Except on desert plains,
And Arabella raises her pink umbrella.
Whilst home on the range
Buffalos cook. Or are cooked, Oh dear!
A deer's kin I call Venison,
Strong meat only Scots eat in Glen Morriston.
Cows could chew cuds producing Methane.
Me? Thane? No, me King of the castle,
So no hassle from you, matey.
I'm King and I'm well read, I said.
Not true, said Ted, Yer jest a big head, Fred.
Off with his head, I cried!