tumor and the wolf

fished wolf
west prowling but the morning
such a fad
passed the dry-cut belt
the first, hard mother
sees her child cut
wall threw the window and
the wolf shall to the wolf sty
all dying to drive
the van
hard the sum win
fondling her child and sing: cut new
and the Wolf shod cowl kills him.
to wolf,
hang these words
want him
gong with clad and hungry
sad or thoughtless

toad the frog

drinking place, trod bard
frogs and crashed
them ditch the mother
coming and messing her suns
nard his brothers
what had bum him
dad, dry mother
flay in new jest
very best with fray
grit fetched the place
crashed in ditch with his clan
alto frog puffing herself
the best west big
that nard smotherer
puff self sad snob
and knit angry
fray weld sir
sir burst then successfully
mitt the hens that monster

missal things can’t heap ten and try