selfdom (murky whey, abstrew adim!) in the higherdimissional | 1 |
selfless Allself, theemeeng Narsty meetheeng Idoless, and telling | 2 |
Jolly MacGolly, dear mester John, the belated dishevelled, hack- | 3 |
ing away at a parchment pied, and all the other analist, the | 4 |
steamships ant the ladies'foursome, ovenfor, nedenfor, dinkety, | 5 |
duk, downalupping, (how long tandem !) like a foreretyred schoon- | 6 |
masters, and their pair of green eyes and peering in, so they say, like | 7 |
the narcolepts on the lakes of Coma, through the steamy win- | 8 |
dows, into the honeymoon cabins, on board the big steamadories, | 9 |
made by Fumadory, and the saloon ladies' madorn toilet chambers | 10 |
lined over prawn silk and rub off the salty catara off a windows | 11 |
and, hee hee, listening, qua committe, the poor old quakers, oben | 12 |
the dure, to see all the hunnishmooners and the firstclass ladies, | 13 |
serious me, a lass spring as you fancy, and sheets far from the lad, | 14 |
courting in blankets, enfamillias, and, shee shee, all improper, in a | 15 |
lovely mourning toilet, for the rosecrumpler, the thrilldriver, the | 16 |
sighinspirer, with that olive throb in his nude neck, and, swayin | 17 |
and thayin, thanks ever so much for the tiny quote, which sought | 18 |
of maid everythingling again so very much more delightafellay, | 19 |
and the perfidly suite of her, bootyfilly yours, under all their | 20 |
familiarities, by preventing grace, forgetting to say their grace be- | 21 |
fore chambadory, before going to boat with the verges of the | 22 |
chaptel of the opering of the month of Nema Knatut, so pass the | 23 |
poghue for grace sake. Amen. And all, hee hee hee, quaking, so | 24 |
fright, and, shee shee, shaking. Aching. Ay, ay. | 25 |
    For it was then a pretty thing happened of pure diversion | 26 |
mayhap, when his flattering hend, at the justright moment, like | 27 |
perchance some cook of corage might clip the lad on a poot of | 28 |
porage handshut his duckhouse, the vivid girl, deaf with love, | 29 |
(ah sure, you know her, our angel being, one of romance's fade- | 30 |
less wonderwomen, and, sure now, we all know you dote on | 31 |
her even unto date!) with a queeleetlecree of joysis crisis she | 32 |
renulited their disunited, with ripy lepes to ropy lopes (the dear | 33 |
o'dears!) and the golden importunity of aloofer's leavetime, | 34 |
when,as quick,is greased pigskin, Amoricas Champius, with one | 35 |
aragan throust, druve the massive of virilvigtoury flshpst the | 36 |