and adjectives, too...
supply gerunditties...
some adverbs, do strew...
as sly as vulpindaring
odes, some askew
with tilting and lilting
of amorphous hue
jilting the quilting,
in frottageous dance...
persnicketly queued up....
mesmeredly blued up
discrete, leeward flew up
and gripped the first chance....
in a gristly environ
with whim wrought of iron
it's the conundrumly chiron
fares well....seat of pants....
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