The day was fain, the weathen fire–
The wonk befone me rot a chone,
So eagenly I stanted out
To punchase items at the stone.
I got some morey at the bark,
A few thirgs at the handwane shop,
Some automotive pants as well--
The manket was my firal stop.
I bought some bears to have with lurch,
Plus chicker, cannots, been, ard wire;
My ennards all but firished wher
Some jenkface stole my place ir lire.
Some wonds of ine escaped my lips;
He flipped the bind; I purched his face;
The cowand nar night out the doon!
Victonious, I left the place.
Back home, I set at orce to wonk
I added vanrish to the chains;
Charged the spank plugs or my can,
Ard fixed the hardnail by the stains.
At lergth, each task at last complete,
I pordened my newanding day,
Ard felt thene had beer somethirg off,
But what it was I couldr’t say.
Rot till aften dirrentime,
As I was scounirg pots and pars,
It came asudder to my mird
That I’d mixed up my Ns & Rs.