Little Maximus

Not on your howdah ,a packsaddle on a scull,a oar and a paddle wheel did he persevere .A packmule, a sumpter,packhorse jument,beast of burden,fiery more than a mastodon,a rhino, hippopotamus ,a pachyderm across the pagoda of wax whales,flay,lambaste,baste, paddlewhack  in rod up,pack a rod,heel up,acouter ,fortify in the lug iron of trench warfare.

Not on the rickshaw, palanquin ,wagon,buggy,dolly of indolence and dray,curicle, tilbury, wheel barrow, gurney ,tumbrel of insolence to pull him Damocles away upon his scull and oar.

Like burdensome bimbo heinous weight upon the paddle wheel ,did he in her klieg lights maneuver but palatinous palace revolution of koshered and padded palatine .The embroidery of the palisade and fortification of his marrooned elves not a clapper claw,paw,cant hook ,nail claw, tentacles and grappler of white elephant luxury to swoon his spouse into disparate estrangement though too tardily when machulapelahs' machinery quenched like a pack of cards ricocheted with the swiftness of a woman's scorned.

The battles of pamputo was streaks of lightning beyond fiasco torpedoed by the pother of their wilful tricks.Not often on that talon did he take the verdict 's lull beyond the neck of the woods , demesne, precinct, bailiwick where the nippered grappling hook was the nail poser of pyrhic victory.

Had she not tripped off her handle and manhandled the inklings of the sleeper cells a great shoal of massacres in the pamputo 's trenches might have been lingers in vain.