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Children's poetry makes for fun source texts for these projects. In this case dumping a bunch of old poems generated mostly gibberish but I found the following examples amusing. While here on my deathbed I try to relate My many misfortunes and miseries great. Poor thoughtless young thing! If I recollect right, I began life in March, on a clear frosty night; And before I could see or was half a week old, I nearly had perished, the barn was so cold. But this chilly spring I got pretty well over, But there wasn't a tree for miles around, They were too frightened to stay on the ground, And moused in the stable, or played in the clover, Or till I was weary, which seldom occurred, Ran after my tail, which I took for a bird The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung, A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all, And ev'ry soul cried out, Well done! When Betty screaming came down stairs, The wine is left behind! Good lack! Quoth he yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise. Now Mistress Gilpin, careful soul! There as the mother sits all day, On business from their houses, And late at night returning home, To cheer their babes and spouses; While you and I have oft-times heard How men are killed and undone, By overturns from carriages, By thieves, and fires in London. We know what risks these landsmen run, From noblemen to tailors. |
Feels like it's missing a sentence at the end that rhymes with tailor (eg "and equally assaults us the great big sleep, from skilled oarsmen to new sailors)