| their standing verdict of Nolans Brumans whereoneafter King, | 1 |
| having murdered all the English he knew, picked out his pockets | 2 |
| and left the tribunal scotfree, trailing his Tommeylommey's tunic | 3 |
| in his hurry, thereinunder proudly showing off the blink patch to | 4 |
| his britgits to prove himself (an't plase yous!) a rael genteel. To | 5 |
| the Switz bobbyguard's curial but courtlike: Commodore valley O | 6 |
| hairy, Arthre jennyrosy?: the firewaterloover returted with such a | 7 |
| vinesmelling fortytudor ages rawdownhams tanyouhide as would | 8 |
| the latten stomach even of a tumass equinous (we were pre- | 9 |
| pared for the chap's clap cap, the accent, but, took us as, by surprise | 10 |
| and now we're geshing it like gush gash from a burner!) so that all | 11 |
| the twofromthirty advocatesses within echo, pulling up their briefs | 12 |
| at the krigkry: Shun the Punman!: safely and soundly soccered | 13 |
| that fenemine Parish Poser, (how dare he!) umprumptu right- | 14 |
| oway hames, much to his thanks, gratiasagam, to all the wrong | 15 |
| donatrices, biss Drinkbattle's Dingy Dwellings where (for like | 16 |
| your true venuson Esau he was dovetimid as the dears at | 17 |
| Bottome) he shat in (zoo), like the muddy goalbind who he was | 18 |
| (dun), the chassetitties belles conclaiming: You and your gift of | 19 |
| your gaft of your garbage abaht our Farvver! and gaingridando: | 20 |
| Hon! Verg! Nau! Putor! Skam! Schams! Shames! | 21 |
| And so it all ended. Artha kama dharma moksa. Ask Kavya for | 22 |
| the kay. And so everybody heard their plaint and all listened to | 23 |
| their plause. The letter! The litter! And the soother the bitther! | 24 |
| Of eyebrow pencilled, by lipstipple penned. Borrowing a word | 25 |
| and begging the question and stealing tinder and slipping like | 26 |
| soap. From dark Rasa Lane a sigh and a weep, from Lesbia | 27 |
| Looshe the beam in her eye, from lone Coogan Barry his arrow | 28 |
| of song, from Sean Kelly's anagrim a blush at the name, from | 29 |
| I am the Sullivan that trumpeting tramp, from Suffering Duf- | 30 |
| ferin the Sit of her Style, from Kathleen May Vernon her Mebbe | 31 |
| fair efforts, from Fillthepot Curran his scotchlove machree- | 32 |
| ther, from hymn Op. 2 Phil Adolphos the weary O, the leery, | 33 |
| O, from Samyouwill Leaver or Damyouwell Lover thatjolly | 34 |
| old molly bit or that bored saunter by, from Timm Finn again's | 35 |
| weak tribes, loss of strenghth to his sowheel, from the wedding | 36 |