2. Does your
mutter know your mike? Answer — When I turn me optics
From such urban prospects
Tis my filial bosom's
Doth Behold with pride
That pontificator
And circumvallator with his dam so garrulous
[All by his side.]
Annealive, the lisp of her
Would make mountains whisper her
And the bergs of Iceland
Melt in waves of fire
And her spoon [me] spondees and her meet me yonders
dickle me- drickle-me-yondees
Make [the rageous] Ossean kneel to her kneel
And quaff a lyre.
If she's he's Dan's Dann's plain plane she's Ann's purty, if she's If she's he's fain fane she's flirty, if she's if he's dane she's dirty With with her hair in her auburn streams and her cool coy cajolery cajoleries and her darkish darkeyed dabblin drollery drolleries, for to rouse his rudderup or to drench his dreams. If great wise hot Hammurabi and cold cowld Ecclesiastes Clesiastes could but hear but catch espy her prattlings prankguips pranklettes, faith, they'd rise amain they'd break bounds again, to and renounce their ruings, and denounce their doings foriver and for river and and river, and a night. Amen!