| Partiprise my thinwhins whiles my blink points unbroken on | 1 |
| Your whole's whercabroads with Tout's trightyright token on. | 2 |
| My in risible universe youdly haud find | 3 |
| Sulch oxtrabeeforeness meat soveal behind. | 4 |
| Your feats end enormous, your volumes immense, | 5 |
| (May the Graces I hoped for sing your Ondtship song sense!), | 6 |
| Your genus its worldwide, your spacest sublime! | 7 |
| But, Holy Saltmartin, why can't you beat time? | 8 |
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| In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holo- | 9 |
| caust. Allmen. | 10 |
Now? How good you are in explosition! How farflung is | 11 |
| your fokloire and how velktingeling your volupkabulary!
Qui | 12 |
| vive sparanto qua muore contanto. O foibler, O flip, you've that | 13 |
| wandervogl wail withyin! It falls easily upon the earopen and goes | 14 |
| down the friskly shortiest like treacling tumtim with its tingting- | 15 |
| taggle. The blarneyest blather in all Corneywall! But could you, | 16 |
| of course, decent Lettrechaun, we knew (to change your name of | 17 |
| not your nation) while still in the barrel, read the strangewrote | 18 |
| anaglyptics of those shemletters patent for His Christian's Em? | 19 |
Greek! Hand it to me! Shaun replied, plosively pointing to | 20 |
| the cinnamon quistoquill behind his acoustrolobe. I'm as after- | 21 |
| dusk nobly Roman as pope and water could christen me. Look | 22 |
| at that for a ridingpin! I am, thing Sing Larynx, letter potent to | 23 |
| play the sem backwards like Oscan wild or in shunt Persse trans- | 24 |
| luding from the Otherman or off the Toptic or anything off the | 25 |
| types of my finklers in the draught or with buttles, with my oyes | 26 |
| thickshut and all. But, hellas, it is harrobrew bad on the corns and | 27 |
| callouses. As far as that goes I associate myself with your remark | 28 |
| just now from theodicy re'furloined notepaper and quite agree in | 29 |
| your prescriptions for indeed I am, pay Gay, in juxtaposition to | 30 |
| say it is not a nice production. It is a pinch of scribble, not | 31 |
| wortha bottle of cabbis. Overdrawn! Puffedly offal tosh! Be- | 32 |
| sides its auctionable, all about crime and libel! Nothing beyond | 33 |
| clerical horrors et omnibus to be entered for the foreign as second- | 34 |
| class matter. The fuellest filth ever fired since Charley Lucan's. | 35 |