And what about him in your goofy recherche?"
"Oh you mean that Jack Robinson your John Bull? She's a loquacious poplar beanpole mud,your razor edge popinjay."
"And your recherche?"
"You Popeyed porky eyed porky in gaol of magniloquence dizzying heights to wriggle your freerange ."
"Your free enterprise is a delectable charm".
"Oh no give me a free pardon lest my disconsolate ire,a wreath in your raised porch"
"Do you utter the paternoster to woo the fairer sex or mere charm?
"A paternoster! Are you crazy?
Am a clownish wright, paunchy gallery of pawky humour to paw my peaky peafowls till a pawn then strip or i strike .They dare not peeve at my peekabos"
"Uhmmm ___________what a pedigree!"
"Peerless machupelah of the realm.Now rude ride roughshod like a pedantic bloke on horseback this peck of trouble "
"You kills grammar a lot oh."
"Whatever case closed.Well cadres are persnickety galore."
"What?You mean they love pun"
"What a goof your perpendicular perpetual motion pictures again hoist on pestiferous pestilence!"
"Uhmmm "
"Take a pew please your petrified phalanx got terribly leaking and gulp this porcelain of palmwine."
Then he sat down and gulped and sipped from the Jeroboam of sleeping and sweet wine .
Picturesquelly vertigo not yet unboarded his pig iron's pigheadedness punitive expedition a punk.
"Graa______"like a gourmet he gulped the Jeroboam in a jiffy punctilious with no compuction whatsoever.Somnabulism.Gregory the punster evaded downstairs amidst the purple patch of a glove puppet.
How does so much a tedious palm the purveyance of a punster's puns and punts wriggling apart at the game of love's supposed pyrhic victory?Waow and the pussycats to his tummy flocked and lo enquired in the rigmarole.
"Do you hate Philip that much?" He bullied the ebonoid.
"Uhhmmm"
"Quod erat demonstrandtum.Adulation and pyrotechnics smote the air with the hype of hysteric laughter."
"Are you a punster?"
"Yes I am"
"Uhmmm........you have a way to the ladies heart "
"You can say it again "
"Is that apposite an alibi or something to quake or fluke me punstering?"
"You smell filthy lucre too?"
"What's that?"
"Quarantine him.Let him not turn your abode into asshole.We're gonna slay him."
Eavesdropped upstairs,Philip broke into tears and eloped to the backdoor as the doorknot quaked like thunder and lo Gregory got the message.
"O that thing the villatic rabblerouser ?"
"Shall we go picknicking alehouse?What about him?"
Rabelaisian racketeering at a shebeen in the face of shellshock and cease to pestify him .
"He s gone backyard.Plead,calm your rashness.Dont sing obituary speak for yourself."
Little did he evade backyard for the mollification and behind the dense lay the dead body.And the suspect the privation of love is as privacy of death.
Lamentations eclipsed though perfunctorily.
Then he wrote the bard of Alupluto's:
Gossiping seabirds 's shuttle in your shelter came to town from ships afar.
Sidereal pussycats in the sickparade side-splitting and pestilential goons smothers fabled machismos.At your sinew,sirrahs castrate them and abstinence your forte in the lonely walk to Jerusalem.
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