| dolly farting, in vestments of subdominal poteen at prime cost | 1 |
| and I bait you my chancey oldcoat against the whole ounce you | 2 |
| half on your backboard (if madamaud strips mesdamines may | 3 |
| cold strafe illglands!) that I'm the gogetter that'd make it pay like | 4 |
| cash registers as sure as there's a pot on a pole. And, what with one | 5 |
| man's fish and a dozen men's poissons, sowing my wild plums to | 6 |
| reap ripe plentihorns mead, lashings of erbole and hydromel and | 7 |
| bragget, I'd come out with my magic fluke in close time, fair, | 8 |
| free and frolicky, zooming tophole on the mart as a factor. And | 9 |
| I tell you the Bective's wouldn't hold me. By the unsleeping | 10 |
| Solman Annadromus, ye god of little pescies, nothing would | 11 |
| stop me for mony makes multimony like the brogues and the | 12 |
| kishes. Not the Ulster Rifles and the Cork Milice and the Dublin | 13 |
| Fusees and Connacht Rangers ensembled! I'd axe the channon | 14 |
| and leip a liffey and drink annyblack water that rann onme way. | 15 |
| Yip! How's thats for scats, mine shatz, for a lovebird? To funk is | 16 |
| only peternatural its daring feers divine. Bebold! Like Varian's | 17 |
| balaying all behind me. And before you knew where you | 18 |
| weren't, I stake my ignitial's divy, cash-and-cash-can-again, I'd | 19 |
| be staggering humanity and loyally rolling you over, my sow- | 20 |
| white sponse, in my tons of red clover, nighty nigh to the metro- | 21 |
| nome, fiehigh and fiehigher and fiehighest of all. Holy petter and | 22 |
| pal, I'd spoil you altogether, my sumptuous Sheila! Mumm all | 23 |
| to do brut frull up fizz and unpop a few shortusians or shake a | 24 |
| pale of sparkling ice, hear it swirl, happy girl! Not a spot of my | 25 |
| hide but you'd love to seek and scanagain! There'd be no stand- | 26 |
| ing me, I tell you. And, as gameboy as my pagan name K.C. is | 27 |
| what it is, I'd never say let fly till we shot that blissup and | 28 |
| swumped each other, manawife, into our sever nevers where I'd | 29 |
| plant you, my Gizzygay, on the electric ottoman in the lap of | 30 |
| lechery, simpringly stitchless with admiracion, among the most | 31 |
| uxuriously furnished compartments, with sybarate chambers,just | 32 |
| as I'd run my shoestring into near a million or so of them as a | 33 |
| firstclass dealer and everything. Only for one thing that, how- | 34 |
| over famiksed I would become, I'd he awful anxious, you under- | 35 |
| stand, about shoepisser pluvious and in assideration of the terrible | 36 |