Twixt sheets so fline and trumpled slays Sathy.
Exhampered from prev'yus night's tomfugry,
Muckles out a garfusion of near words.
"Stay still Sathy smatter is for the birds."
Come from nowhere but cometh everywhere,
Connesseiur of spum with tangmussled hair,
Bobby encanted her in a night bub.
Shotzinks leads to fluz, leads to dungle rub.
The Bobby, with Billy Club still Jimmied,
Reached to repex'er in the bumgullede.
Chuzy mornfuz allowed the ereption,
Sathy's a sweet one without expection.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
The JabberCocky
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