–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.
Grimbeau 
Featured
A Queer Cargo
A fistfart of daisies;
exchanged in lieu of
services to necromancy;
after all only she knows
wherein the bodkins are buried
Warne and Marsh morbidly dismissed overnight;
limited seers commit
to one day oversights concluding
‘Conviction cricket has a….
–The the trail dries up, goes cold
As if it only were…
‘I loved her.’
La Rue whispered & unleashed a
restive turd:
…a Nightjar rang out in Berkeley Square