What if the electric safe ate the accident?: Randomly Generated Poem
What if the electric safe ate the accident?
It was then the feminine code met the nimble sex.
Did the good-natured sale really curl the regular?
It was then the digital perspective met the steadfast box.
The biodegradable film sins into the obese car.
Did the basic boy really remain the cook?
The cylindrical record embarrasss into the unlikely death.
What if the crowded kid ate the coach?
The flat bar can't plan the reception.
What if the antsy cut ate the egg?
Did the lasting variety really soak the practice?
The six clock can't attach the rest.
Photo by Adam Bixby