It's Nearly April First!

In honor of April Fools' Day,
A poem by Eugene Field.

A Play on Words
(to be read aloud rapidly)

Assert ten Barren love day made
Dan woo'd her hart buy night tan day;
Butt wen knee begged she'd marry hymn,
The creel bell may dancer neight.

Lo atter fee tin vein he side
Ant holder office offal pane--
A lasses mown touched knot terse sole--
His grown was sever alw Lynn vane.

"Owe, beam my bride, my deer, rye prey,
And here mice size beef ore rye dye;
Oak caste mean knot tin scorn neigh way--
Yew are the apple love my nigh!"

She herd Dan new we truly spoke.
Key was of noble berth, and bread
Tool lofty mean and hie renown,
The air too grate testates, 't was head.

"Ewe would due better, sir," she bald,
"Took court sum mother girl, lie wean--
Ewer knot mice stile, lisle never share
The thrown domestic azure queen!"

" ' T is dun, no farebutt Scilly won--
Aile waiste know father size on the!"
Oft tooth the nay bring porte tea flue
And through himself into the see.

:-) Have a Great Day!
SG