Here come two trombone secretaries led by the tiger parade,

Checking for loose change. Singapore aunties on the ledges quaff or earn the ancient earbones

As legions of alien perfumeries turn loose upon the atmosphere from vaults,

Valises. My old friend from work’s wife’s cat does half the licking and sings “She’s so fine doo-lang doo-lang doo-lang” and then the green water, the tiger

Checking for loose change. Singapore aunties on ledges quaff or earn the ancient earbones

Left alone in a pond where frogs freeze their mittens off come winter crying “Kang the Conqueror, take flight, leave us

Valises!” My old friend from work’s wife’s cat does half the licking and sings “She’s so fine doo-lang doo-lang doo-lang” and then the green water, the tiger

Is leastly evil, a sad beastie but an ale house once said any small smaller flower would bloom again

Left alone in a pond where frogs freeze their mittens off come winter crying “Kang the Conqueror, take flight, leave us!”

A soft hearted dog whose hats are forgiving for stone ages the vas deferens and our in the night the darkness

Is leastly evil, a sad beastie but an ale house once said any small smaller flower would bloom again

Would be less oily, but might not be yer average dancer fleeing Fiji.

A soft hearted dog whose hats are forgiving for stone ages the vas deferens and our in the night the darkness

South of where the bill collector passes lit up from within by withdrawing all well-dressed tigers

Would be less oily, but might not be yer average dancer fleeing Fiji.

King Louis, you arrive in my soup like an ostrich egg in a pissoir!