The scent of rat office equals p.
We then eat 991 tacos.
by an evening port O and P plied the rocks.
The value of land and port.
The hours worked.
Stand nations of scent!
Ours is the coffee.
This is what I did in relief society today.
I am particularly fond of the last two lines. I like to see it as a call to revolution.
In fact, if you read it right--that's what the entire poem is about. Very appropriate considering current events in Egypt.
Down with the rat office!