CRY!
This is the new word odor,
Plate, a pawn, arf ears.
Spreading acute stations,
Of ratty cult tortillas.
The bra, the hood or whiz? Dumb.
Straining, dig the tea.
ROY!
It's ridges, y'all, and Seacrests,
Remade as misty reed.
Bunny, the never watchful guy,
The pain gels of the tempo fry!!!
Eternity, walkthrough the game,
The greyest scent, to retrain...Hi! A stain?
A rhino passes!
The fighter's stage, a steak red ho,
Unlock the dork, unlay the corn and storm!
A rhino's past age!
Middle well-themed power,
Influenza fave.
Fill Aussie furs in liters,
Owl members of the tree.
Bound by Old Thin Arthur,
Light the roads and craws.
An ent in manic union,
Invest in terror! Ick, farts...
Bah, need to never watch for Ike,
The eight gels of the ten, poor fly!!!
Turd turkey, walkthrough the game,
The greyest scent, tour each pariah state.
Orion of Pat's age!
The fine ol' stage, a secret hum,
Unlike the Doors, uh, lay the corner store!
A ride? I'll pass, Sage!
Turning keen, Ewok threw the game,
The grave you sent to Weegee, our estate.
Oh right, a passage!
The seven start some rising sud,
A perfect twirl, your nude wife has thee gum.
A riot of pastiche!!!!