November 12, 2017

BARK! BARK! THE DOG.Part 2

O John Bull,why are you apoplectic? O my John Bull ,why are you apoplectic?O stolid and staid!Your slippery slope polyandrous parched with boobytraps,that can transit both varicose veins and gumptionless winces,a night train trite fugacity,tunnel vision's top heavy galloping in dunghill nether's commute.Every transit muster's treachery doth scam,what is ire?'tis rodomontade;bedeville's sport hath winces gash,what's to stigmatise,still quite incertitude,in same foible,there lies thyself immanent foibles,then come moult it,rows and rowdiness,Youth's vile thyself foible,a threnody must sing.

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