Grimbeau

Elfden

Chumpden

Chookslayer

writhes about

In fresh turdies,

guffawing tiglets,

splurging glurb,

drooging knucklers,

whenxe

a seizure to indulgest

a zit of DIY Greco-Roman

unter den perchway

to sepulchritude.

‘Is this the way

to get a mush kiss,

standing here still

pulling my penis?’ He snoods

toothe fladgey gorlslush

whooob gawbs a goober, hollowring:

‘Ingorge anti-intoxicants for it

forthwith & pulverise the amoeba-3

out of the armadillo, Pillow!’