Random poem I did that's almost Engrish:
-My back twitches, my mind belts-
If you want one, try it later
There was no cloud but I've seen ton
Are we arbitrary to what shoveled crap there is
Oh lorning longing
Come Julias, harbor next tornado
Foolhardy doth the woven
Tyranical by nature, sweet dove
Forlong I've no music to say
What make you of this
Seeing, disbelieving
I don't see you
I don't say you