A LOVER'S CHARM.PART 5

The lovesick poppinjay;for where they could stroll,banters had usurped the funsport's funfare.What a skyjack of haymaker in gliding seasons! His feet ofnot all beers and skittles and paces of oaks dropped a stone and the distance betwixt ranting birds widened."In its wanton jest poked sheyou a pathos lover's verdict,for a contempt."A buzz volleyed from the rear,reticence a stone up,andracketeered with reiterated pat."Though your lips be fair,famishedof lucre the goddess of lover's charm.To get the dough on her petite charm and juicy sport,squander it for the atonement."And lo,taciturn obstreperous him,copiously raced after his steely passion."O strumpet,we've got quid too"saith he"come and merry for the love of a woman and thebottle of wine".Heypresto,her fanatical,heretical,hypocritical bent moon away,roistered over the moon.And the dingdong meritocratic heartily swung and doughs flung over her face,to salute atonement.Alehouse was smitten with arse wagging,bumfondling,roving eyes and salacious rumbles.