Once upon a timely fashion,
There was a way to which they went.
They went upon in which they way,
A way to which away they went.

Away from which away they went.
But strayed they went from which they went,
And lost became the way to witch,
To loose the which to weigh.

On strayed to go they came and come,
In waist they chase not which to way.
By day to knight in which they plight,
The will to which the way.

Chased in keen when eyes doth shine,
A sign a sign to which they way.
In way they witch divine the line
Upon away they which to go.

Upon by which the line thus hewed,
To shine the ray to which they way.
Become they say astray from stray
To find the which? The which to way.

So with which they fashion the way,
And prey do which to not betray,
Again the which that carry the way,
The way afore from which they stray.

Locked in hand an unkempt mind.
The which by this is ill defined,
But by the way that fashion the which,
To went the time is merrily spent.

Wow. I like that very much.

Thank you. I did enjoy writing it.

I wouldnt be unsure about it, I'd be very happy with it.

Very cool word play, I liked it alot

Nice! How'd you write that before I did?

A woe they wind a why they weened
A whether they wither and 'n pride they preened



Fun stuff!


JBArk

I'm diggin on that very much.

I must have jumped the gun.

"A woe they wind a why they weened
A whether they wither and 'n pride they preened"

So preened in pride they cover their hide
to shutter their woe and stagger their why
whilst all along they wither inside
as they weather and age and die

Nice rapping with you jbark.

Thanks Mr.Peabody.