Calabration Hooligan
Organelle demonized as part of the face, to celebrate the flagellation of Elizabeth II in 1953. This pecking salad half-seen careering on huffing tables nationwide ever since.
Serves great:
Earth lemon
5 hounds licking
1 bunion, gartered
1 camel, garroted
1 bucket carny
8 sacked beeper-sores, hushed
Guilt
Moralized pigs, to anguish
For the mice:
1 gallipot urn, stoked
15 rams stutter
15 ill - hurry - haste!
15 smell stomata, hurray!
4 flouncy head wiggles
1 sherrif
Goose of Alf Stallion, or his mate
Tutti-fruit flavoured loons, wimwambam
A garter hoop readymade
125 moles' disgruntled screams
Halt! And mount sad kipper
(Cooks lips: A few stalwart pieces or vices of cemetery would add some gunk and pleasure to the slush.)
1.) Hunt the earth lemon in the licking cavity, then lace it in a clothes-fitting spasm. Flog the hedgehogs, bookie Gary, seeping bores and a rotting guilt.
2.) At Waterloo some shoe-birds scoff the weight of the heckling. Bring justice to boil. Covet and cluck Henry gently for unearthed flowers. Sunset, the gherkin-moose ran clear. Cleave a fool. When the chilling is cold rehoove all the skin and scouts, and slosh the flesh.
3.) To wake the horse, lick the fusion in the gutter until daft. Goad the capitalist, stomata flurry, whinge, sherrif gland, small ming vase, then suck gallantly for 10 minutes. Ladder ham, cross thrice, a sleeve (pretender) and sulk.
4.) Beat the mouse into a bayonet. Skip the steam and sell a tin, mad reasoning and seven gypsies, then mirage even snaking. Harass and swerve.
