The shadowy bishop at work, testing the lavas, the imploding chestnuts, the ignited acorns...

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Commander Kerrry, What A Parody Of A Bloke With A Faulty Parotid!



Commander Kerrry, What A Parody Of A Bloke With A Faulty Parotid!

...Mumpsy Kerrry Went To War For To Kill A Few... But the paranoid cove came back hating the proceedings... Well, guess what, it takes balls bigger than any parotids can ever inflame. It takes plenty of mumps, and rough and tough, and rumble and tumble, you bet. So that you could afterwards endure the well-deserved drubbing the whiny preciosities at Fox were sure to inflict. 'Tain't all Finney Micks and Vinyl, no sir! It takes a Brooding Crumpet of a Gent to Root for Home Team! Hallelujah, for our epaulets are well-covered with the sibillant Commanders-In-Chiefly-Whistly we've already got, lucky US, man!

taking a peek:

laid earlier:

peeps me nose:

My photo
Under the speckled canopy / Where, along the autumnal whisper / Of fair weather, I walked, / The enkindled persimmon, / And then the flaming chestnut, / The imploded acorn, fell… /.../.../ My eyes, and nose, and ears, / And tongue, and skin, in joy / Praised such fragile perfection. .../.../