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         MARJORAM AND THYME
 
Yesterday, we went to the Gorffs
    And had a splucious time.
We dined on wizzles and thromby sauce,
    With marjoram and thyme.
 
We climbed the Gorffs and boffled down.
    We ran along the plues.
We didn’t mind the rain at all,
    Which squilshied  in our shoes.
 
Today, I went to the Gorffs again,
    But they looked so mobbly plain.
I scurfled under a furling tree
    To miss the splods of rain.
 
I looked at the plues so preen and slick
    And the Gorffs I couldn’t climb
And tried to remember what wizzles were like
    With marjoram and thyme.