Shone the sling of the mayor

Bacons up at the lack of lawn

bite on the spot, slumped and splashed.

Bunged spout so dropped a fill –

a shitter fill to hollow.

Slum cuffed bud parkin at Mollie's Moose

swore sack strife and his doll

all whip cod strap lappy.

Think wiggery mockery was up, know

There was wing's prong.

But it nettled down.

Billie bold bustard – croft darted,

all lumped out flood mucked.

Truss about crumpets

curtain out of a bold kill

what a cold harbour, well

bathed a bod bore your own flack

shack to the hall whittle crattled

shaving a staff beerily

By the shins on the streets,

unshrill the sows lamed chrome.

Well fettered straight than clever