If we each could always do all we ever did
Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning
But where, O where, is me lickle dig done
At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one
Wipe your glosses with what you know
Rarely equal and distinct in all things
And for a night of thoughtsendyures and a day
As Great Shapesphere puns it
A gee is just a jay on the jaunts cowsway
If they had ire back of eyeball they got danage on front tooth
In effect, I re-mumble, from the yules gone by
I've lost the place, where was I?
Time? We have loads on our hangs
I'll make you to see figuratleavely the whome of your eternal
You see her it
Which it whom you see it is her
And let her rain now if she likes
If the waters could speak as they flow!
...Suppwose you get a beautiful thought and cull them sylvias sub silence
Where it is nobler in the main to supper than
the boys and errors of out-rager's virtue
Give back those stolen kisses; restaure those all
Then what would that fargazer seem to seemself to seem seeming of, dimm it all?