Clever, clever, 2 clever 3 4 5. Having spent all morning 
warming up the sing-song dog paddle, who would have 
thought they could look so good times are coming down, 
side winder should know ‘cause I saw him flinch, he likes 
it, all the way home, he does, holding up the Frisbee 
licking carpet baggers, dog breath dog breath diggity 
dig, or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your big 
wig nun catcher. Cow. Big bad cow. The clowning glory of 
the freeloading industry, soaked through, run down, pent 
up, and losing badly. Yes. No. Hold on mister. You can't 
place the corners on the edges of the dining room tank 
battle. Frantic door babies catch cold quicker than you 
can, Mr. Clyde. But don't tell me. Tell Richard, who can 
hold his own but doesn't realize it yet. Fool. Snack boy. 
With the loaded banjo American midgets, pierced below the 
wasting ladle, hocus poked through the jocular fainting 
of a girl no bigger than a thumbtack, jack, dandelion, 
worm, god, 1 clever losing 2 badly 3 dog 1 2.