Sounds

Bumping back, and rocking forth,
Bringing flinging feathers north,
Floating flying falling through,
Whisper winning welcome woo,
Why the warrior washes worry,
Wondering wasted woman wandering,
Woollen wasted waning wash,
Wearing Wednesday wallow wish,
Making merry mannerism,
Money mastered mystery,
Moaning mumbling mystic means,
Mustn’t measure memory.

It brings alliterations to life,
That which makes the weather strive.
To making lightly understand,
That which one must underhand.
The moment mining measurably,
The massive manly manning me.
And so I bring the melody,
To halt for that which mightily,
Is said without remorse,
And to illustrate my point I’ll use this horse.

Insert random ramblings here,
The dog I fear the end is near,
And valiant veering vagabonds,
To wander with within without.
Lacking lilies Lilith lies.
Inside the pride instils the bride.
And so believe I’ll end the tale,
For it entails,Then end.

I just wrote a poem, and I have no idea what it says, but I'll give it to you for every word was important, at the time it was laid down...