A Knight Inn
forty thousand headmen rummage in the tummy. Yes guys, grub’s up! Sense of humour vacation; Mastermind your manners. Cormorant sandwich craft shop at Vivid Slobs. The How! The hell! Into the nitedark thunk and footfall of footpads and poops: planning permission grunted. Posit over that there, plummy and pipe cleanerly: Puffin on a cheroot. Gazeful of the Titian egg and soubriquet sandals. Beater Stuyvesant goes up in smoke; clam driver dorwning; lampshed and Romanov: reel purty Faberge muffin. Clop!