Twas brilling and the cryptal ball
besparkled unctious lobotome;
and lorned across the vauxy haul
conspurred the perignome.
“Aright the ship!” the lardok shawt,
“or fumile vauxness all will be!
Reload! Reblast!” The lardok’s caught
the perignomes’ mallee.
And piffed, the last mallee pergoes,
“Oh sprae my gra!” The lardok glees.
With vix he barrel-locks its toes
and chobbles down the keys.
Last edited by Seree Zohar; 09-01-2011 at 10:57 AM.
Reason: Allen, fascinating insights, yes. thankyou -
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