Wout The Spout

About Wout the Spout:

A Poem By Noerdy.


Needs grout, that spout.

And from it sprout, a large amount,

too high to count,

of Enemy's German sauerkraut.


Nay, Wout went out,

and gave a shout,

about a trout sans snout.

You pout? No doubt.


Now, wout has asthma,

and was quite wheezy,

but dont forget,

he is bad and easy.







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