While Talking on the Homophone
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While talking on the homophone I heard the strangest thing. I heard a girl named Summer Winter fall into a spring. I heard a knight who mourned for Eve and Dawn one afternoon was later weakened in a daze by April, May and June. I heard a baker pinched some dough and pitched the batter too. But when the owner fired him the loafer wouldn't shoo. I heard a psychic wagered stakes and gamboled as she won. It's rare to see a medium who's ever so well done. I heard the toast made butter fly. The reason? It was plain. I heard the king was always wet. He blamed his lifetime reign. But now he's dry; at eight feet tall his crown was over throne. I guess that's what I get for talking on the homophone. |
