Build me more stately mansions, O my soul!
Then bring me Jello pudding in a bowl.
This is the sea, then, this great abeyance.
Last one in is a rotten egg.
Batter my heart, Three-person’d God.
I’ll see you in court, you brutish clod.
God tried to teach Crow how to talk.
But it only worked with Parrot.
O who will sing for Lycidas?
He is so buff and kissidous.
I wake and feel the fell of dark not day.
I’m out of Paxil and my shrink’s away.
It was many and many a year ago in a kingdom by the sea
Where unicorns pranced in the frothing foam and and blithely took a pee.
Whoso list to hunt I know where is a hind.
Whoso lust for cunt can find it on Tenth Avenue.
(Sorry about those last two!)
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