Another favorite poem

I don't know if this is quite a favorite, but it's interesting.  It's all words that sound like the words that are meant.  (for example:  remember, instead of December.  You almost have to read it aloud.  The first sentence is supposed to be "Kay was born at the end of the year in the month of December.")

Kirstenography


K was burn at the bend of the ear in the mouth of remember. She 
was the fecund chill burn in her famish. She came into the word 
with a putty smoother, a handsewn farther, and a yodeler cistern. 
They were all to gather in a rosy horse on a piety sweet in Alligator Panorama.

When her smoother and farther wrought her chrome from the 
hose spittle, her cistern fought the piddle ably was a girly heeded 
bawl. A bawl that dank silk, booed, burgled, rabbled, fried, and 
tweed in wipers. This was not a bawl that swept in the joy blocks 
with her rather joys. This was a giving bawl that wasn't a joy like 
fluffed fan mail. Oh no! This was her grand blue piddle cistern that 
cold knot talc for a song time, but lonely fried and braid rather 
voices that the yodeler one cold knot rubberband.

It shook a few ears until the cold talc to gather, tall yolks, 
shear sacreds, heave a conversion or a dish cushion. That was 
laughter they kissed their handsewn farther who wind sway to 
Cheap Cargo, Ill Annoy. Mum and gulls made their mauve to 
Foreword Text. As swoon as they cold they boasted fetters in the 
snail to him and he relied as mulch as he cold.

Their inelegant smoother was a reacher who muddied lard, 
learned debris, and wept them upon the prosper pat. Reaching them 
fright from strong was her per rental doodly. They threw up and 
wind soft to mercy rule and hinder guardian, then on to 
sedimentary, fecund dairy, and slide rule. They were wood in all 
those paces, and waded to knowledge at Cutie Ostentatious. 

The smoother and her dodders all learned debris to gather. 
Evidentially, two quirked as proofs in the loony varsity. K was 
quirking for the slate of Taxes Hysterical Remission. Laughter a 
schmaltz fart with a wanky lurk, K fond her Sanity. A proof of 
reckoned comics. K quirked to learn her nastier debris and later she 
rave burps and becalmed herself a smoother.

Now she does her writhing ghostly a tome. Quirks at the muse, 
um, that's in Chapped Apple Milling Sea. Enduring, she has her 
sanity and they becalmed the prod parentheses of Adenoid and 
Williwaw. They all loved shapely over laughter.


Harryette Mullen