Grimbeau

Jump up!

Out yer seat?

Just joking,

looky-looky yonder…

adenoidal brother

flouts the flute.

Bloody Ingrate.

Too snotty, he say:

‘Big blows.’

A

Nosey Christian prys, sighs:

‘Clueless and Bubo black, like dead sharks are.’

Mood impetigo,

slap rose petal ointment on,

take the town drain to Vermington.

Dalai Llama, come back all is been given!

Katy Lied.