Opus In Ecstasy

Tubers in the relding floe,
Disturbed by the heeping doe,
Will the freen tin stay?
How long can Mary eat?

Whither came the egg-tilled vine,
Adjunct with the order spoon,
To sit and dreld the seeping line.
Beware the line seeps to nite!
Free tibnad withvery loon.

Once the pie was lit,
Now it breams about,
Filling tire-irons wiht grit,
And pummells them inside-out.

West flying tuesday,
Can you leap the tune,
Once not in the fray?

The line is rot,
It hurts my brain,
And burns a stain,
Teh twig's a sot.

Smell me a story patty,
While the time is left without.
Read me a flower ratty,
Tonight the flour runs out...

Can the whether be, or weather bee,
Be annihilated curiously?
Whether it be a bee vis-a-vis an ant?

Throughout the town, a
Tender of mush,
Hari kiri swans
Default, Defunct, and generally deficient.

BE Standing

There's a whine in my washtub,
And a stain on my bib,
There's wine on a backrub,
No beasts in the crib.

There's a pig in the playpen,
He's rolling the frogs,
He's a-feeding the hen.

Too much, too much,
There's gum on my shoe;
My head runs around,
An' I'm singin' the blues.

Forward the marshes,
Forward the bricks!
Onto the tile grubs,
Onto the glue!

It hinders my showlace,
It sticks to my face.
She's a giber glove in
QUITE out of place.
She can bake flappy
She can rake true,
Fisticuff happy,
Too dry what she drew.

Under the fish-fence,
There's a miracle pod.
Twenty-two cars rent
An isotope cod.

Fortunate race bats,
And lazy-day mice,
Zip under the place cats,
And feastb on the rice!

Remember the peeberfloe
That's shucking around.
It's taken my other tow
Far from the ground.

Be standing, tournce on your friends!
Watakab Tuesday, it's magic and blue,
With a twist of your wrist undo both ends,
You'll find it's the godhead, tragic and true.

Down to the rest, up from the paste,
I ask and I wonter, I shake and I baste.
Toomuch satire on the cactus,
Die, simpwinder fog!
I,m tired of grog.