1 Go up quick, stay so long, come down slow!
2 If I gnows me gneesgnobs the both of him is gnatives of Genuas.
3 A glass of peel and pip for Mr Potter of Texas, please.
4 All the world loves a big gleaming jelly. from Bryan Awlining! Erin's hircohaired culoteer. 1
And as, these things being so or ere those things having done, way back home in Pacata Auburnia, 2 (untillably holy gammel Eire) one world burrowing on another, (if you've got me, neighbour, in any large lumps, geek?, ant got the strong of it) Standfest, our topiocal sagon hero, or any otther macotther, signs is on the bellyguds bastille back, bucket up with fullness, ant silvering to her jubilee, 3 birchleaves her jointure, our lavy in waving, visage full of flesh ant fat as a hen's i' forehead, Airyanna ant Blowyhart topsirturvy, that royal pair in their palace of quicken boughs hight The Goat ant Compasses ('phone number 17:69, if you want to know 4 ) his seaarm strongsround her, her velivole eyne ashipwracked, have discusst their things of the past, crime and fable with shame, home and profit,5 why lui lied to lei and hun tried to kill ham, scribbledehobbles, in whose veins runs a mixture of, are heat bent and hard upon. Spell me the chimes. They are tales all tolled. 6 Today is well thine but where's may tomorrow be. But, bless his cowly head and press his crankly hat, what a world's woe is each's Puzzly, puzzly, I smell a cat. Two makes a wing at the ma croscope telluspeep. From the Buffalo Times of bysone days. Quick quake quokes the par rotbook of dates. FROM CENO GENETIC DI CHOTOMY THROUGH DIAGONISTIC CONCILI ANCE TO DYNASTIC CONTINU ITY.
1 A pengeneepy for your warcheekeepy.
2 My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was looking for my shoe all through Arabia.
3 It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they all soon get to look.
4 After me looking up the plan in Humphrey's Justice of the Piece it said to see preseeding chaps.
5 O boyjones and hairyoddities! Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks.
6 Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born.
other's weariness waiting to beadroll his own properer mistakes, the backslapping gladhander, 1 free of his florid future and the other singing likeness, dirging a past of bloody altars, gale with a blost to him, dove without gall. And she, of the jilldaw's nest 2 who tears up lettereens she never apposed a pen upon. 3 Yet sung of love and the monster man. What's Hiccupper to hem or her to Hagaba? Ough, ough, brieve kindli! 4
Dogs' vespers are anending. Vespertiliabitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke to sate with Becchus. Zumbock! Achevre! Yet wind will be ere fadervor 5 and the hour of fruminy and bergoo bell if Nippon have pearls or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking out! Gipoo, good oil! For (hushmagandy!) long 'tis till gets bright that all cocks waken and birds Diana 6 with dawnsong hail. Aught darks flou a duskness. Bats that? There peepeestrilling. At Brannan's on the moor. At Tam Fanagan's weak yat his still's going strang. And still here is noctules and can tell things acommon on by that fluffy feeling. Larges loomy wheelhouse to bodgbox 7 lumber up with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep is peace who follow his law, Sunday Some is out for twoheaded dul carnons but more pulfers turnips. Omnitudes in a knutshedell. For all us kids under his aegis. Saving the public his health. Superlative abso lute of Porter stown. THE MON GREL UNDER THE DUNG MOUND. SIGNIFI CANCE OF THE INFRA LIMINAL IN TELLIGENCE. OFFRANDES.
1 He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in the twowsers and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our hoydenname.
2 My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing Holmes.
3 What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the moon's increscent.
4 Parley vows the Askinwhose? I do, Ida. And how to call the cattle black. Moopetsi meepotsi
5 I was so snug off in my apholster's creedle but at long leash I'll stretch more capritious in his dapplepied bed.
6 Pipette. I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips.
7 A liss in hunterland. King.
1 His sevencoloured's soot (Ochone! Ochonal!)
2 and his imponence one heap lumpblock (Mogoul!). And rivers burst out like weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnrally,
3 where every feaster's a foster's other, fiannians all.
4 The wellingbreast, he willing giant, the mountain mourning his duggedy dew. To obedient of civicity in urbanious at felicity what'll yet meek Mike
5 our diputy mimber when he's head on poll and Peter's burgess and Miss Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by Toft Taft. Boblesse gobleege. For as Anna was at the beginning lives yet and will return after great deap sleap rerising and a white night high with a cows of Drommhiem as shower as there's a wet enclouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a truant in a thorntree. We drames our dreams tell Bappy returns. And Sein annews. We will not say it shall not be, this passing of order and order's coming, but in the herbest country and in the country around Blath as in that city self of legionds they look for its being ever yet. So shuttle the pipers done.
6 Eric aboy!
7 And it's time that all paid tribute to this massive mortiality, the pink of punk perfection as photography in mud. Some may seek to dodge the Why so mucky pick bridges span our Flumi nian road. P.C. Helmut's in the cottonwood, listnin. The throne is an umbrella strande and a sceptre's a stick. Jady jewel, our daktar deer. Gautamed bud ders deossiphys ing our Theas. By lineal in pon dus overthepoise.
1 I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam's honey like they use to emballem some of the special popes with a book in his hand and his mouth open.
2 And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery.
3 Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?
4 Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicoth and Vyler, the lays of ancient homes.
5 The stanidsglass effect, you could sugerly swear buttermilt would not
melt down his dripping ducks.
6 Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam.
7 Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked profanian with his bakset of yosters. gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to cheat the choker's got to learn to chew the cud. Allwhichhole scrubs on scroll circuminiuminluminatedhave encuoniams here and improperies there.
1 With a pansy for the pussy in the corner.
2 Bewise of Fanciulla's heart, the heart of Fanciulla! Even the recollection of willow fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear.
3 The rushes by the grey nuns' pond: ah eh oh let me sigh too. Coalmansbelclass="underline" behoves you handmake of the load. Jenny Wren: pick, peck. Johnny Post: pack, puck.
4 All the world's in want and is writing a letters.
5 A letters from a person to a place about a thing. And all the world's on wish to be carrying a letters. A letters to a king about a treasure from a cat.
6 When men want to write a letters. Ten men, ton men, pen men, pun men, wont to rise a ladder. And den men, dun men, fen men, fun men, hen men, hun men went to raze a leader. Is then any lettersday from many peoples, Daganasanavitch? Empire, your outermost. 7 A posy cord. Plece.