Packed like a can of sardines that swam simply through the sanctified and saturated salt water sea
A tin of precocious predicaments that are padded permanently with peach fuzz and pencil lead
For as fifty freaking Fridays flip by in fast and rapid succession the frying fryers fixated on forcing forks into the toaster
Denting the delightful dogs who dragged their tails drastically down beneath the dented ice
Hoping to hospitalize the can of hopeful horrid fish who hopped skipped and jumped like hellions home for Halloween
Reciting idioms to the idiots who independently instigate irritating sight gags so that ink blots go inking for an inkling of icebergs
Before the fable baffles buffaloes who break down in bee hives just because the bats bother bears who bear beards that are never bathed
Asking the antelope to ask anteaters if anti-lions act like assholes for absolving abominable appetites that feast on April apples from ancient Antioch
Lying lividly against licorice colored lollipops, licking the lycanthropes who lick lightly town the length of a leopard coat
Hot on the heels of can of sardines that hastily heeds the hated and heated warning of a heep of hyenas who hoop and holler like hot blooded hell raisers
EXplaing the eXcellent eXecution eXperienced by the ineXperienced eXaminer who eXamines eXistential eXistences under an eXciting eXcavation
Good god grants good gods to grieving goats who gather grapes for griping granite gravel
Mourning the melting mold that makes them miniature garbage grabbers that garner no guiding glee from goofy gags
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