The Nether-edge

March 'ull sarch, Eäpril 'ull try

Mäy 'ull tell if you'll live or die

March 'ull sarch, Eäpril 'ull try

Mäy 'ull tell if you'll live or die

Buds a-break and milchi seeps

Heady in the meadows

Chalky children on the steep

Baskets full of shadows

Gapmouth spins a rattle song

The air's an upturned ocean

Swift's an axe hurled in the gloam

Splits the Riddle open

Now it looks, it almost zounds

Wordle zircles wider

With the silence upside down

Horse atop the rider

Quaterevil takes a wife

Chilver meets her maker

As the grindstone turns the knife

O'er Eleven Acres

Femboys in the forest find

Figs of foul freedom

Where the old you left behind

Valls through nether-Eden

Femboys in the forest find

Figs of foul freedom

Where the old you left behind

Valls through nether-Eden

So some must watch, while some must sleep

So runs the wordle's way

A not-girl zwealed at the stake

A-births the end of May