We curled our souls
on the china-brothel tree
Alive and whee and gestampf and galumpy!
Virgil stomped and whined
"Druids leap at the pumpernickel gate
Fasten your seat belts, what a whale
of malarkey and bone and beer."
Retire at the firewood, you jingle balls merry
Polite cupcakes trimmed in ocean brown
Frothy people-wit, "Two bucks
Spit and curry."
Quintessence smoky pipecob dreams?
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