oooh, artsyThy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
and hooptiously drangle me
with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or otherwise I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts
with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't!
Gashee morphousite, thou expungiest quoopisk!
Fripping lyshus wimbgunts
awhilst moongrovenly kormzibs
Bleem miserable venchit!
Bleem forever mestinglish asunder frapt!
Gerond withoutitude form into formless bloit
Why not then? Moose
-The Gneech