Sweep the four, go.
Floor the Doormat.
He walked and coughed and clocked and corfed.
Nined the oranges,
Got sevens to green.
Stuck in the race.
Between time and the dream.
Travels in switches.
We did not go fishing.
But Pissed on the dishes.
Swished so efficiently the swish switched to slishing.
Pleasing it is, when glitches bare gifts.
[please insert 25 cents to continue]
Just kidding next post coming soon.
Peace out ladies and gentleman!