This is the only poem I know off-by-heart.
A Poem by Rev Spooner (Monty Python)
I've a gouse and harden in the country
A ace I call my plown
A treat I can replace to
When I beed to ne alone.
Butterfly and catterpillar
Perch on beefy lough
As I listen to the dats and cogs
As they mark and they beow.
Yes wature here is nunderful
There is no weed for nords
And silling by my windowflutter
Biny little tirds.
Sad, isn't it. There is one other, but I don't think "Fuzzy Wuzzy was a Bear" really counts as a poem.
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