well that is it, arisn’t it?
with Glutfolly havenly broachybreached the stubject
the stigly matter of what the coffin has for suppance
the old pinochle parlor torpendo
rilely, a what for your traugmata, Gluey, a winch fro yer sowel
i mint wince but the palatocranial hoistdad’ll doo
lemming a hand widge ya
i ain’t (we’re past the) askin’, the parin’ theoticals
who wouldn’t craw for helpings-the-dangledandled-selves
who hews the owl’s sere tongue
who here hooves the bee’s slippery alms
whop kerstands the sloughering greave
glowly, Grinacle! the quests you shunt!
shunt have, divvyadentend?
suchal urplaints do we all halve in the dew
purchence, perhence, parl hap prone
onweeps of detence and fure
the tōnātors perplode
the zonerants con and vene
what in the poor to be doing is done yet
yon dun knacks the brokered
go-oners all, gonders, glad and wan
thankatopsia the even ever nigher evener
dear gadderling palped in fluff
perplussed?
Goretox kertackles tender botany
adjust the minúte, the scarpscape & other meanensities
Gubble avers the rev in the mechanity
accowls the seatless stamenites
that may bury you, inturn
Gullig stucks his sobhand inna pocket
toof ’n’ stuff ’n’ sursense
dare i sedded it, slaid Glunger
true rue his sour lens
howl of heard it, scrimes ’e skeert nobuddy
budot and toemat, he dísecreted
croaking his best, growlesser demesne
ledgery gluddon glattening the mirror’s backside
daz ye weight, fringes, step yaside
pareil ice, fire, notwhats
whetstone-wet-wing, echo behone echo
ice in small plates addounds the shore
otheronder misdireccives to stand at the near far of
nest of ear, condonable rapture at so slight
glad enung to’ve seen to arreck
bythere closing the dyscircuit
Goddungerdam mispocked his lips
bilgery mashadoodle the nightlong day
wafted you, expectador? don
’t let it hit you etc olé
which is straight suffish if you got one
glancers, gillies Glugoogoyl, surglimpse the glean
he duffed exglammed it ’ad ’e the strainth
(as you can beam tov)
wreckellage vernalwhere!
spunts crunted to duntish gunts!
gleehee ta dat tada, glops ole Gleehahee
he’d of oléd could ’e’ve
but that was grates and brakes he swallowed
so its was down the gulleydamned gullitch for our Glueshtick
gluck on, frail chiggen, there’re more epoesiodes to gum
scended morning bearings
braingray or -grayed, parse fluition
cludes like magnets grabble, a la la
day as unlike any other as any
my doublequestered sister
requel morass
ducks on the grass this cooless daystart