Mr. HCE speaks (Here Comes Everybody) from Finnegan's Wake
Well here's the he and the she of it,laddie: The mommy mons has a merry male-in for dad (not to mention Tom and Ted, schwein-schwimming tit-mice) Your job is to take your lance to her oily-boiler, the Viscous sur Moan. The humpty dumpty hill of it is moilsome and briny, up so many collines and crags and down so many slipperies and groans. You'll pass between the Killer au Diller and see the Sigh-Sod and meet the wee people of scrotum land, woozy with Oil of Who's Lazy? You'll hear a squeal like the squawl of the Cacophonous Angels on Massa Days. That's called the Mary's Gone,you're mom being merrier than a swarm of goony birds in a dodo's head. Try not to pale up like Shame-us your country cousin, who rang up the medico's because he'd thought herself had passed an I'm only kidding stone.
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