This is from my son Owen. He has asked me to make it a blog.
This is a poem called "Shakespeare at its worst"
In our park, Chimpanzees they hast none
I watchethed the birds migrate
They hath escapthed to warmer weather
And achieve nothingeth
Methinks I knoweth nothing about velocity. Eth.
They ought to just use a freight train. Eth.
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