A letter from Jimmy Joyous to Mickey Spillane.
Murder, Spill-Anne,
.....
Yes, turd, aye, was one expectorant evening
as I combobulated through a flatulent
this trict of Edenbro going to meet a date--
a gorgeus laphopper who was big, big
into systemputering. One eye came uppondem,
confestering on a corner-- a dihissence
of effluentescent dodgy vague-errants.
.....
A sourcoughagain feeling of malepropitiousness
came over me. “ I’ll be a lotto fatchewus good
to Annie Wan”, I meamerdamned
to myself franticulatiously , “If I should freak
titty rate now” Just then she scareemed into view,
a cistlecomious Polyproponesian on a locopolarity.
“Hop on!” She said, “the time has come to defoliate,
to uxurcum our base grootlefires!”.
.....
I said;
“yesohyesbabybabyyyessssohyesssohhhhyessss
yesbabyasIthoughtofthethinkingof it
ohyessyesbabywithsomeblackpudding
andanicepieceofliverohyesyesyesyes
yesyesssssdarebabybabydaredarerighttherebaby
aaaaathere!
.....
I tell you,
I was in Eden, bro.
.....
Saw your nara,
You roan;
Jimmy Joyous.