Gamster Damester in the road to Rouen
he grows more like his deed every die. . . .
. . . but I'm blowed if I knowed who the slave is doing behind the curtain.
A vagrant need is a flagrent weed,
As the great Shapesphere puns it.
Neither a soul to be saved or a baby to be kicked.
. . . but at the present momentum, potential as I am,
I'm seeing rayingbogeys rings round me. . . . I'd love to take you for a bugaboo ride and play fun-fer-all if you'd only . . . You will deserve a roly-poly as long as from here to tomorrow. . . .
Ideal Present Alone Produces Real Future
Service superseding self
There's Mumblesome Wadding Murch cranking up to the hornemoonium.
All old Dodgerson's dodges owe conning one's copying and that's what wonderland's wanderlad'll flaunt to the fair . . . The find of his kind! An artist, sir! And DIRT CHEAP at a sovereign a skull!
But since we for athome's health have chanced all that, the wild whips, the wind ships, the wonderlost for world hips . . .