The nations your heritage In abomination made forgotten
Mr fool, on which stool would you like your food? Dearest writer, Have I not left my youth?
A single folly! Nay, a drink to all!! See, over there, my dearest, so tall!!!!
It is unwise to enchant, To get caught up with the rest of the runts. Instead, consider, think a while, Have tea, or perhaps ponder it over dinner…
Ha! This guyyyy Take a break! You’ll worry over your limit And for a nothink’s sake?
No. Let us study, And see what we may be found, …as long as I do not have to better that weather.
And so it went on. No real tale, just an joking old sail Flapping in a breeze, a softness, a sigh A sneeze!! Quick!, take to board, A life to live, a life to hoard!!! One time, gotta make a mine. Tell you who it ain’t, ain’t none but mine. Mine! Mine, … mine? Oh deary dearest, if you don’t mind… What exactly is, well, the current time? I set the compass you see, But well, … oh, well; nevermind.