This is the Result of playing with voice recognition programme. It does have its vageries: The "gray writer" was supposed to be "grey rider"

it is not great poetry -- i hope you find it fun...

Drill

When,, spring begins kava-kava
tava-tava, rove and drove
the horses of Greenster space
along the shores of the Great South Bay.
Then the muleters went north
to Kelly Cowley to harvest oranges.
The green trees in the Greenwood
spread red flowers Springs overarching hubris.
Than lovers to nesting take, like loving Eagles
soaring passionate about the clouds.

Across the plains road road
the gray writer writing his purple typewriter across the blank page.
[Sometimes computer you're very silly.]
Forward rode the company of predicates
followed by the company of subjects.
On they rode along the road ~down to the weapons take. Impair

The Blue and the purple
the purple and red
yellow and turquoise eye and
let's watch this Impair rule of abc closely

go to sleep