i honestly dont mind what you say about it; just thought it was about time i uploaded something else. it must have been over 2 years since i wrote this but thought it would be fun to put it on...enjoy...
Warning: it won't make sense
When I was walking…
One day when I was walking, before me was a toad who laughed its way away and hopped upon a nime.
The toad trollumphed to a halt, and lifted up its throat
And snip snapped for all to hear and suddenly frished and froshed into mid air.
That same nime toad was shortly barked and brundled to me until it shrieked a song for mishy mash to come once again.
The sun was brif and slimed when thy toad disappeared within a distant gleam.
One night when I was walking a songbird swam and reeped to my feet and with a pant of relief unturned a leaf all smishy smosh with gunge, before skying in the air its tail was left behind.
Brinfing off into the night I was left on my lonesome.
That same smosh songbird returned with a leap and gleaped so loud that the squarker bees took groff. And that same nime toad all stiff and loose gallumphed to my golty shoe and primsoned a dof before that nime toad and grefty bird took flight along a woking moon.
One day when I was walking I lifted up a stidity toadpife to show a jibber jabber wake of diop pioty tasting grubs before the nimes awoke…
