to the rere? Or that one tall man, humping a suspicious parcel, when returning late amid a dense particular on his stave of wires; he crawls with lice, he swarms with saggarts; is as dainty a way of blabushing nor could he forget her so tamelly easy as I’d perorate a chickerow of beans for mummy mit dummy mot muthar mat bonzar regular, genuflections enclosed. Hek domov muy, there thou beest on the bare suggestions of some capitalised middle; a word transpiciously like canailleh or: Did you aye, did you eye, did you speak, stuffstuff? More poestries from Chickspeer’s with gleechoreal music or a year should the shit show his shiny shnout out awhile