wackaloons: a rat's patoot
I eat each pea (lopsided raucous gleams of teeth) :green peach speech stomach spinach: I ate speech. I quashed it into the turbid spindle of quaffed silence, the tremulous giddy furrows of smudged waves winking in the sunspot twinkling verve of gauze. I eat each pee speech screech, sparse spray of ho arse shore sounds cussing and sea scuffing along. I ate each wretched wretch wielding a wierd word wrench, a neutered noun enduring nine nights of a deadpan darkling novena drear. I bent the wrench of a one-inch bitch with pristinely deckled crimping to the spine: a scrap of tethered, insensate, intricate, stupefied flaws -- wintergold flailing a rat's patoot smitten by the ewer spout jailhouse snitch with the erstwhile limp startling wackaloons wrenching the jacinth spigot licking the miry byword "biwort." It's a mangled flubbing pithy, lobes palate burnoose, scabbard demurred, forsook alway, dross panted chortling cluster of plucked wilting pates, O whiny thwart -- abhor the descrying of 69. --Bob BrueckL
