books...or otherwise.....they sell...
.but
um....well,
I have always depended on the the strangeness of kinders.....and, of course, the de-spoonerised equivalent....
fly the jolly Roget..... and carry a concealed possibility.......autonomically correct...always.....well, nearly so....
split neither hares nor infinities.....
the wear-with-all is a myth....but a lacy undergarment is a joy...for the selected few.............
does this, uh, help?
hope so ')
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem