Joon
by grimbeau
–Oooooooo
Good da yas pfooks and unto all a’spondee spill a olive dunny start, cast toothy thee mund uber matter, malaplop diffuses tortion! Wee won proclaimed Smiles trumply brandyshining his haughty handsaw shimmer!
Smirch all conniving Mudsharks— puer maulis mangle modal middy ear ordure— tree crust oceans pollen sift, grasspolipped by fung fear not, interpoltroon maltrusions needsmust oversmarm; grace hand flavour tickles spuriels, gurt guff bangs gong and numinous ballshouts trest as same.
All perforce art preformed under gull griy skidoonerama.
Yassums, tis Fastitime.
Bon-bonny Joon.
Kween’s Chubb & knees up bounds off spacious antic. Gorbles err. Louse peers and tobbuccogrists trowl furtive in the fallow hill; some moon, underwhizzed yet moistly compliars, say it:
‘Dolly goog knock, door favor, Meer Lady.’
Gnug awe dat…whirrwadi wodwo be pizzled, and sundry scree grunks larfed on lurking opulently ajar.
After rains wept buckets black again behind me sat depolarising dis n dat ten miffed capricious alley gnats… ywn: ice
bleary, so too bad.
Dunkel. Eiderdowned. Bis morrow!
Whyless murmuration, tunnytoes, starch gruffled, shoefell a silent sniffle, silver fishermen, rod danglers set out trawl.
Doze in beryl satiny— deepbreathsandwheezes: bleepsoft.