Were you with Sindy and Sandy attending Goliath, a bull? | 1 |
You'd make me sag what you like to. I was intending a | 2 |
| funeral. Simply and samply. | 3 |
They are too wise of solbing their silbings? | 4 |
And both croon to the same theme. | 5 |
Tugbag is Baggut's, when a crispin sokolist besoops juts | 6 |
| kamps or clapperclaws an irvingite offthedocks. A luckchange, I | 7 |
| see. Thinking young through the muddleage spread, the moral | 8 |
| fat his mental leans on. We can cop that with our straat that is | 9 |
| called corkscrewed. It would be the finest boulevard billy for a | 10 |
| mile in every direction, from Lismore to Cape Brendan, Patrick's, | 11 |
| if they took the bint out of the mittle of it. You told of a tryst | 12 |
| too, two a tutu. I wonder now, without releasing seeklets of the | 13 |
| alcove, turturs or raabraabs, have I heard mention of whose name | 14 |
| anywhere? Mallowlane or Demaasch? Strike us up either end | 15 |
| Have You Erred off Van Homper or Ebell Teresa Kane. | 16 |
Marak! Marak! Marak! | 17 |
| He drapped has draraks an Mansianhase parak | 18 |
| And he had ta barraw tha watarcrass shartclaths aff the ark- | 19 |
| bashap af Yarak! | 20 |
Braudribnob's on the bummel? | 21 |
And lillypets on the lea. | 22 |
A being again in becomings again. From the sallies to | 23 |
| the allies through their central power? | 24 |
Pirce! Perce! Quick! Queck! | 25 |
O Tara's thrush, the sharepusher! And he said he was only | 26 |
| taking the average grass temperature for green Thurdsday, the | 27 |
| blutchy scaliger! Who you know the musselman, his muscle | 28 |
| mum and mistlemam? Maomi, Mamie, My Mo Mum! He loves | 29 |
| a drary lane. Feel Phylliscitations to daff Mr Hairwigger who | 30 |
| has just hadded twinned little curls! He was resting between | 31 |
| horrockses' sheets, wailing for white warfare, prooboor welsht- | 32 |
| breton, and unbiassed by the embarrassment of disposal but, the | 33 |
| first woking day,by Thunder, he stepped into the breach and put | 34 |
| on his recriution trousers and riding apron in Baltic Bygrad, the | 35 |
| old soggy, was when the bold bhuoys of Iran wouldn't join up. | 36 |