Homonym Catasrophe

A poem in honor of my blog. Have fun, everybody! Place tongue firmly in cheek. They'res a buoy at the window Smiling inn at me But eye don't really no hymn Wait—he's Nettie's boy, that's he! He's got a creepy effect And wholes all in his genes His pants are held up by a chord A very pore lad he seams. Ewe be witness to this boy A buoy who has no wright To bee laying their upon my sill A disgraceful aweful site. Sew Nettie, you come get hymn And take him back to home The afternoon is a-waisting So come and get him, come.