The Windhover

Thus and entail to you my satin chespies! Marrigold the pheasant and marginalise the encrispid monkentainshire.

Fur shur I haff bin in dee Amshterdame, thus fur dee in der spongen sprichen!

Good noighte.

Pingle ponkle

Slouched.

Top-towel by the finger slide.

Open the curtain of middle.
Bring forth the tribe sandpaper shoes of apples!

Motorised custard seed upon,
an aplomb made envelope.

The sky circle chicken fly
in upward direction and fall.

Like-bench, side-clip, parsnip,
uncle John's tonic water.

Moped finds me in the cupboard.
We treelike the shoes of mice.

Surrounding pencils with gold cucumbers,
Soon the Malcolm arrives and we depart.

Mook shoe paper paint and jack-in-a-box.

Monkey curtains?

anyone?

Anyone.

anyONE

Asperforthe and the Mermaide -
Part the Firste

In ranspey'd dew the follow took the breeme.
Our hero, Asperforthe a man of meane.
In nelphey brook, he fineth by his janesp.
An' crookey path, his fosper all encannethp.

SHE, by mermaide fair and bore tuck brewe.
Fine hair she made here million sitwern dewe.
Boske in all oake dainties by the shore.
An' welcome saint and sailor one an' all.

Asperforthe, too proud to tell the tale,
leaves Eye, his servant's wasp to find a bale.
Now wander off and trouble do his bidding.
In chesper'd side his muddle saw his pudding.

Set sat forth by the stream and idle went.
He (she) by the fosper'd moke doth spent.
As Asperforthe, didst sat lament the day.
Hears voice doth beckon softly, "come this way."

Tis thus then frames our tale as it told,
The marble orange sapples for its gold.
An' spoones are welcome now, begin to dance.
As turn we then to Asperforthe and France.

HERE ENDETH PARTE THE FIRSTE

A little bit about me.

In response to many enquiries about who I am and what I do, I have decided to let you all, dear readers, into a big secret.

I was born in the tenth circle of dimension beaming shiplets of space marbles back into the mescerbune that they call planet Little Chef.

In third kingdom I was made a Kenneth and started my career thus, a chasper'd gnett.

Then, it was Tuesday.

Circus came and poured water on my ribbons. How I cried!

Before morning I was befriended by a kindly wasp who flew me on his wing to the land of seven up. Marzipan unbounded and Felix, who was now the Earl of Crisps, welcomed me ashore with his paper landing craft (the sequined wrapper).

More, next weeke.

Kindr regard.

Hektor.

In Commemtatorium of the Foundation of His Most Chesper'd Season

How morning on that day dist shine!
White like snow. The king's best turnip sat.
A mild mouse sometimes does see the brook,
an' cusper'd borne, the bewle makes honest cat.

In triangle the Falcon bloom'd afresh.
We twuskept markers bacon, twespwine bless'd.
Oh, mince blonde paper to my button's rest.
The scimitar, the elephant's, self-made dress.

By gulf and chasper'd most and then we fon.
In Onxy blossom and some pastry dowle.
Moss Malcolm'd was he first for bathpering.
And carefleye follow'd folgern, pespering.

(Young! Oh King!) that doth mark parsley, best like challenge day!
Geese do cross your berried path, as moles upon the worlde in chestnut way.
An' when, in dóth berth Chrespoforde sailing,
Bewke like tone in sanguine osper'd pendune, melbringe.

Hence once and nice and bosper'd mosk in dune.
The Samolot mesper'd force and meewne.
In all my fesbume plot to mystery.
He quesper'd forth and jelthwanes symmetry.

Strong, the hand glove tarmac.
Paint, before tandem igloo.
Rain bird, slow to Ted.

Epescune and the Swanwoman

Oh, Lordly kind and quintsome was his spone,
In vendliv'd by the bounty all for paper.
Ase jaunty walk an' gape of plewme,
Mesber'd chasmer glembwaine skelper.

She, a woman, swan of sequin'd talk.
Rose of the wodeforg'd triangle, boke.
Mescumb'd by ribbons talcum power'd cheese,
Mist vesberaine and winsome becham'd breeze.

Oh, Malcontent! You chisper'd by the cut.
He fork he feet by balcon spider's run.
The woken footstep of a quesper'd pair.
Most chamer'd sit beside the telcum'd staire.

Chelspish'd by the banks of dewme,
She billakqu'd his mystbral'd eye.
"Oh yonnik, hoile and melcom'd dune.
Come sally bresper, misbaroome my bwaye."

An forge, an forge an plaster by the milk,
An topsern by the apple guided broome.
Lore Epescune, dist belphe and stellpher welk,
Toward the WomanSwan he osper'd velk.

What doth this most beforsped rattle shewe?
For apples treat by monkeys shangle bright,
A mipple resper'd jingle brand for newe
An' resper'd jangle ponint fobonge night.

Oh King!
The beltresphalum'd besp'umbe broinge.
A seige buffoon and all his tribute bring.
He first upon the crawling mystery,
by banners wrote a bewthworke, chivalry.

And thereupon the snasbesper'd noce,
The tongerblowne henge of wame.
My pewter eye reverbs the wood:
marmalade and dances fox - he slides!

Up and on, this one before the floors.
To twesper'd bringle font and bowber'd square,
Mince pegs become the ears of Twenspermine
and cloak to cloak thus hide in curtain stare.