| bark is still there but the molars are gone. The misery billyboots | 1 |
| I used to lend him before we split and, be the hole in the year, | 2 |
| they were laking like heaven's reflexes. But I told him make your | 3 |
| will be done and go to a general and I'd pray confessions for | 4 |
| him. Areesh! Areesh! And I'll be your intrepider. Ambras! | 5 |
| Ruffle her! Bussing was before the blood and bissing will behind | 6 |
| the curtain. Triss! Did you note that worrid expressionism on | 7 |
| his megalogue? A full octavium below me! And did you hear | 8 |
| his browrings rattlemaking when he was preaching to himself? | 9 |
| And, whoa! do you twig the schamlooking leaf greeping ghastly | 10 |
| down his blousyfrock? Our national umbloom! Areesh! He | 11 |
| won't. He's shoy. Those worthies, my old faher's onkel that | 12 |
| was garotted, Caius Cocoa Codinhand, that I lost in a crowd, | 13 |
| used to chop that tongue of his, japlatin, with my yuonkle's | 14 |
| owlseller, Woowoolfe Woodenbeard, that went stomebathred, | 15 |
| in the Tower of Balbus, as brisk, man, as I'd scoff up muttan | 16 |
| chepps and lobscouse. But it's all deafman's duff to me, | 17 |
| begob. Sam knows miles bettern me how to work the | 18 |
| miracle. And I see by his diarrhio he's dropping the stammer | 19 |
| out of his silenced bladder since I bonded him off more as a | 20 |
| friend and as a brother to try and grow a muff and canonise his | 21 |
| dead feet down on the river airy by thinking himself into the | 22 |
| fourth dimension and place the ocean between his and ours, | 23 |
| the churchyard in the cloister of the depths, after he was capped | 24 |
| out of beurlads scoel for the sin against the past participle and | 25 |
| earned the factitation of codding chaplan and being as homely | 26 |
| gauche as swift B.A.A. Who gets twickly fullgets twice as alle- | 27 |
| manden huskers. But the whacker his word the weaker our ears | 28 |
| for auracles who parles parses orileys. Illstarred punster, lipster- | 29 |
| ing cowknucks. 'Twas the quadra sent him and Trinity too. And | 30 |
| he can cantab as chipper as any oxon ever I mood with, a tiptoe | 31 |
| singer! He'll prisckly soon hand tune your Erin's ear for you. | 32 |
| p.p. a mimograph at a time, numan bitter, with his ancomartins | 33 |
| to read the road roman with false steps ad Pernicious from | 34 |
| rhearsilvar ormolus to torquinions superbers while I'm far | 35 |
| away from wherever thou art serving my tallyhos and tullying | 36 |