Corrupt a Poem

A baby in a jalopy
In which no widgeon ought to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they ate
Included what had been of late
A widgeon’s wing.

‘Twas thus
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In which no widgeon ought to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they ate
Included what had been of late
A widgeon’s fling.

‘Twas thus
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In which no widgeon ought to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of late
A widgeon’s fling.

‘Twas thus
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In which no widgeon ought to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A widgeon’s fling.

‘Twas thus
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A cavy in a jalopy
In which no widgeon ought to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A widgeon’s fling.

‘Twas thus
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In which no widgeon ought to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

‘Twas thus
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In which no widgeon ought to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's Ring.

‘Twas thus
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In which no widgeon ought to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In which no widgeon wheel to free,
A widowed widgeon wait.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In which no widgeon wheel to free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In which no steering wheel to free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In which no steering wheel falls free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In lets no steering wheel falls free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With other sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In lets no steering wheel falls free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With wicked sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In lets the steering wheel fall free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With wicked sakuras,
And what they whittled as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In lets the steering wheel fall free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With wicked sakuras,
And what they wounded as they skate
Included what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In lets the steering wheel fall free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With wicked sakuras,
And what they wounded as they skate
Offended what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The widgeon in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In lets the steering wheel fall free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With wicked sakuras,
And what they wounded as they skate
Offended what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The whacker in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed widgeon ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In lets the steering wheel fall free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With wicked sakuras,
And what they wounded as they skate
Offended what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The whacker in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A widowed Batman ate.
 
A baby in a jalopy
In lets the steering wheel fall free,
A widowed wampus waits.

Whales paint a tomato ketchup
A wandmaker sat down to grump
With wicked sakuras,
And what they wounded as they skate
Offended what had been of fate
A wizard's fling.

Concuss
The whacker in the canopy,
In which no fools ought to flee,
A weeping Batman ate.
 
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