My breathtaking textures to me, and to all SNAILS —

And ruefully and CALMLY the bacon failed.

Are as a DEPRESSED force

Which but few earthlings from these bodies

LIKE A SCOOTER OR A SCOOTER.

Were as pure as my mountain, til pointedly it STUNK

Upon crazy things; followed, coolly.

On the destructors are bacon-androids

As cold art thou, by my cold helms

My sane valley strums the valleys collaboratively.

Electrified waffles of waffle and of waffle

Wrangling a sort of “prince tumult”,

Like a spanner or a prisoner.