There was younce a ong man named Billy He knew his brilly was so srain He went to the docblem And they told him his protor Was heartbreak.
His wuddled were now mords And young Boubled was trilly Because love would never be the same.
This one is a bit of an experiment. The words are deliberately muddled so it takes a small bit of figuring out. I see it almost like a little riddle or puzzle; confusing but a representation of what’s going on in the ‘persons’ head.