| Popottes, where you canceal me you mayst forced guage my | 1 |
| bribes. Wickedgapers, I appeal against the light! A nexistence of | 2 |
| vividence! Panto, boys, is on a looser inloss;ballet, girls, suppline | 3 |
| thrown tights. I have wanted to thank you such a long time so | 4 |
| much now. Thank you. Sir, kindest of bottleholders and very dear | 5 |
| friend, among our hearts of steel, froutiknow, it will befor you, | 6 |
| me dare beautiful young soldier, winninger nor anyour of rudi- | 7 |
| mental moskats, before you go to mats, you who have watched | 8 |
| your share with your sockboule sodalists on your buntad nogs at | 9 |
| our love tennis squats regatts, suckpump, when on with the balls | 10 |
| did disserve the fain, my goldrush gainst her silvernetss, to say, | 11 |
| biguidd, for the love of goddess and perthanow as you reveres | 12 |
| your one mothers, mitsch for matsch, and while I reveal thus my | 13 |
| deepseep daughter which was bourne up pridely out of meds- | 14 |
| dreams unclouthed when I was pillowing in my brime (of Satur- | 15 |
| nay Eve, how now, woren't we't?), to see, I say, whoahoa, in stay | 16 |
| of execution in re Milcho Melekmans, increaminated, what you | 17 |
| feel, oddrabbit, upon every strong ground you have ever taken | 18 |
| up, by bitterstiff work or battonstaff play, with assault of turk | 19 |
| against a barrakraval of grakeshoots, e'en tho' Jambuwel's defe- | 20 |
| calties is Terry Shimmyrag's upperturnity, if that is grace for tbe | 21 |
| grass what is balm for the bramblers, as it is as it is, that I am the | 22 |
| catasthmatic old ruffin sippahsedly improctor to be seducint tro- | 23 |
| vatellas, the dire daffy damedeaconesses, like (why sighs the | 24 |
| sootheesinger) the lilliths oft I feldt, and, when booboob brutals | 25 |
| and cautiouses only aims at the oggog hogs in the humand, then, | 26 |
| (Houtes, Blymey and Torrenation, upkurts and scotchem!) I'll | 27 |
| tall tale tell croon paysecurers, sowill nuggets and nippers, that | 28 |
| thash on me stumpen blows the gaff offmombition and thit thides | 29 |
| or marse makes a good dayle to be shattat. Fall stuff. | 30 |
| His rote in ere, afstef, was. | 31 |
| And dong wonged Magongty till the bombtomb of the warr, | 32 |
| thrusshed in his whole soort of cloose. | 33 |
| Whisht who wooed in Weald, bays of Bawshaw binding. The | 34 |
| desire of Miriam is the despair of Marian as Joh Joseph's beauty | 35 |
| is Jacq Jacob's grief. Brow, tell nun; eye, feign sad; mouth, sing | 36 |