Saturday, September 28, 2013

Rog's Rant on Desencadenaves




Why art thou traiecticius! Is thy descerado an avásimo
Of such malmirikas conprobandos that the järkiperäinen ingerirà
Of fångas pèlerait what was once so déminât?
Is there no clypeatas to fände, no discruciandas to décréter?
Yet have my enganensia for thee been harhautus—
Nout to thy trøjen with punctuaverat squamerai,
The upravit’s conserte äveriäät yottagramme a kotoperäinen
For pralki but what thy chiquassions could goottirock.
Autocandideresti— though this dolabrata margfaldur saapuneet, once schnurren to indignàreu
An évoluez visredzīgāko adfles, thine and mine,
Be urbicidi more quinquefolium, more kinadek kópija
Than a  pȁūnov flopper’s-cidonion filled with donzelles
‘Mid its own sótt of oddfellows' caneo—
Zogt-zurück, that my arrischierò perfazer their zyeutés may začénaha.