Erstime, ere bards nor wondering Joyceters
did glybb their gobs with glanjous tongue,
Sir Slip The Most of Figleefmoistners,
was undangled…and his sling unslung.
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This made me smile: -) Do I understand it? Nup....but all of my shouting...just for today.....will be scroaty. I absolutely, btw, will not be looking in any hankies either, just in case!
Red, I've read this eleventy-seven times at least, and I still laugh at how disgustingly clever (and vice versa) it really is. A bouquet of roses for your talent, and a bowl of custard for your filthy bird :)