And eher you could pray mercy to goodness or help with your | 1 |
hokey or mehokeypoo, Gallus's hen has collared her pullets. | 2 |
That's where they have owreglias for. Their bone of contention, | 3 |
flesh to their thorns, prest as Prestissima, makes off in a thinkling | 4 |
(and not one hen only nor two hens neyther but every blessed | 5 |
brigid came aclucking and aclacking), while, a rum a rum, the | 6 |
ram of all harns, Bier, Wijn, Spirituosen for consumption on the | 7 |
premises, advokaat withouten pleaders, Mas marrit, Pas poulit, | 8 |
Ras ruddist of all, though flamifestouned from galantifloures, is | 9 |
hued and cried of each's colour. | 10 |
Home all go. Halome. Blare no more ramsblares, oddmund | 11 |
barkes! And cease your fumings, kindalled bushies! And sherri- | 12 |
goldies yeassymgnays; your wildeshaweshowe moves swiftly | 13 |
sterneward! For here the holy language. Soons to come. To | 14 |
pausse. | 15 |
'Tis goed. Het best. | 16 |
For they are now tearing, that is, teartoretorning. Too soon | 17 |
are coming tasbooks and goody, hominy bread and bible bee, | 18 |
with jaggery-yo to juju-jaw, Fine's French phrases from the | 19 |
Grandmere des Grammaires and bothered parsenaps from the | 20 |
Four Massores, Mattatias, Marusias, Lucanias, Jokinias, and what | 21 |
happened to our eleven in thirtytwo antepostdating the Valgur | 22 |
Eire and why is limbo where is he and what are the sound waves | 23 |
saying ceased ere they all wayed wrong and Amnist anguished | 24 |
axes Collis and where fishngaman fetched the mongafesh from | 25 |
and whatfor paddybird notplease rancoon and why was Sindat | 26 |
sitthing on him sitbom like a saildior, with what the doc did in the | 27 |
doil, not to mention define the hydraulics of common salt and, | 28 |
its denier crid of old provaunce, where G.P.O. is zentrum and | 29 |
D.U.T.C. are radients write down by the frequency of the scores | 30 |
and crores of your refractions the valuations in the pice of ding- | 31 |
gyings on N.C.R. and S.C.R. | 32 |
That little cloud, a nibulissa, still hangs isky. Singabed sulks | 33 |
before slumber. Light at night has an alps on his druckhouse. | 34 |
Thick head and thin butter or after you with me. Caspi, but | 35 |
gueroligue stings the air. Gaylegs to riot of us! Gallocks to lafft! | 36 |