Ha Ha Rambi!! Nice sees you. Here for chicken show? I lets you in free. See you meets our cluckeador Ha Ha!! Ummmm... I snucked up. Nice thongs, pretty small huh Ha Ha!!! How you puts all them weaponries whatnots in theres? Hey. Wanna hears me says a poem? I writes it for you. All selves by me no ones helps.
Ready? You theres dead poem mans Worthywords?? God help me. Wordsworth. Alright, you have to just let this flow. Don't try to get in the way. Even if you don't understand a word, which you won't I trust.
Okay, gots it I does. Let'er rips...
She (she who she bozo!! Gots says it!! Rambi!! Otherwise how she knows??) walk in nicely lookings likes nightstimes
Of places where no clouds is (huh?) and skylights stars all overs other places.
And alls the best stuffs I ever sees that being blacks and maybe alsos the lights colors
Is that you can sees in her eyeballs you looks closer all that stuff I just says (huh??).
And she look evens better in darks than she does in the daylights I bets rightly.
Howzat!!
Ods Bodkins!! I fall upon the thorns of life!! I bleed!! You are completely juanizing the poem!! What a butchery. Lord Byron will have my head. Okay well you doesn't tell me thats!! Who this Lords Bryan anyways?? Never mind. Quickly, before she opens fire, let's give it another whirl. Same one again. No editing this time!! Now sit back, take a deep breath, and don't change a single damn word this time you illiterate lunatic.
She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Hey!! I just says that!! Whys I needs say agains?? Fool, shut up and recite before we are incinerated.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every glowing tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Hey!! Ha Ha!! Hows you likes thats Rambitresses huh!! You never expects that fancy words froms Juan F. Gonzales Quiros Guillermo Hourquescos Saldiver I bets nohow likely neverly!! I says you no monkeysnoutface likes my Eeeeemelda yadayada and all kinds other nice thing but with fancy poem sweetietalk words. Wants go maybe bumps uglies with Juan now?? Afterward I buys dinner you bets, better place rounds here. Or maybe gets room services? I have mens brings. |
