Levers are my favorite things to pull.I like the old switcheroo.
And Kangaroo Boxing Day.
Breaching the hull-a-days.
Preaching the null.
The cloaking of daggers, duggery of a skull.
Skillfully filling each shoe.
Bidding on more than I'm sure I could chew.
(We bit through our tea-trays 'til our bellies were full)
(And sillied our vestments by the dark windowsull)
We bullied the dull.
And laughed like a gull.
Then grew gills and lived in the blue.
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