Dag's Poetry Corner

Oig, Uig, Egg;
I have rolled, too, in Gutted Haddie.
I have floated in Boily Spital;
I have flown as far as Hel.
Lo, I have trod the depths of Uttar Predesh.
But never, I say,
(H wrote "Never!")
Never have I seen the likes of the
Presbyterians of Ross Ossage, Pennsylvania.

[A work in progress.]