The following poem, author unknown, was supposedly written by a student of English as a second language. Enjoy.

The wind was rough
And cold and blough
She kept her hands inside her mough.
It chilled her through
Her nose turned blough
And still the squall the faster flough.
And yet although
There was no snough
The weather was a cruel fough.
It made her cough
(Please do not scough)
She coughed until her hat blough ough.