¹ Rawmeash, quoshe with her girlic teangue. If old Herod with the Corm-
well's eczema was to go for me like he does Snuffler whatever about his blue
canaries I'd do nine months for his beaver beard.
       ² Mater Mary Mercerycordial of the Dripping Nipples, milk's a queer
arrangement.
        ³ Real life behind the floodlights as shown by the best exponents of a royal
divorce.

            ¹ When we play dress grownup at alla ludo poker you'll be happnessised 
    to feel how fetching I can look in clingarounds.
            ² Kellywick, Longfellow's Lodgings, House of Comments III, Cake Walk, 
    Amusing Avenue, Salt Hill, Co. Mahogany, Izalond, Terra Firma. 
            ³ Groupname for grapejuice. 
            ⁴ Bhing, said her burglar's head, soto poce. 

           ¹ Yussive smirte and ye mermon answerth from his beelyingplace below
the tightmark, Gotahelv!
          ² O Evol, kool in the salg and ees how Dozi pits what a drows er.
          ³ A goodrid croven in a tynwalled tub.
          ⁴ Apis amat aram. Luna legit librum. Pulla petit pascua.
          ⁵ And after dinn to shoot the shades.
          ⁶ Says blistered Mary Achinhead to beautifed Tummy Tullbutt.
          ⁷Begge. To go the Begge. To go to Begge and to be sure to reminder         
Begge. Goodbeg, buggey Begge.

                    ¹ Huntler and Pumar's animal alphabites, the first in the world from
          aab to zoo.
                    ² We dont hear the booming cursowarries, we wont fear the fletches of
          fightning, we float the meditarenias and come bask to the isle we love in
          spice. Punt.
                    ³ And this once golden bee a cimadoro.
                    ⁴ And he was a gay Lutharius anyway, Sinobiled. You can tell by their
          extraordinary clothes.

         ¹ Startnaked and bonedstiff. We vivvy soddy. All be dood. 
         ² When you dreamt that you'd wealth in marble arch do you ever think of 
    pool beg slowe. 
         ³ Porphyrious Olbion, redcoatliar, we were always wholly rose marines 
    on our side every time. 

                ¹ Now a muss wash the little face.
                 ² A viking vernacular expression still used in the Summerhill district for a
             jerryhatted man of forty who puts two fingers into his boiling soupplate and
             licks them in turn to find out if there is enough mushroom catsup in the
             mutton broth.
                 ³ H'dk' fs' h'p'y.
                 ⁴ Googlaa pluplu.
                 ⁵ Tomley. The grown man. A butcher szewched him the bloughs and
             braches. I'm chory to see P. Shuter. 

                    ¹ I believe in Dublin and the Sultan of Turkey.
                    ² I have heard this word used by Martin Halpin, an old gardener from the
               Glens of Antrim who used to do odd jobs for my godfather, the Rev. B.B.
               Brophy of Swords.
                    ³ Ravens may rive so can dove deelish.
                    ⁴ A question of pull.

                    ¹ For Rose Point see Inishmacsaint.
                    ² Mannequins' Pose.
                    ³ Their holy presumption and hers sinfly desprit.
                    ⁴ Anama anamaba anamabapa.
                    ⁵ Only for he's fathering law I could skewer that old one and slosh her out
                  many's the time but I thinks more of my pottles and ketts.
                   ⁶ All abunk for Tarararat! Look slipper, soppyhat, we've a doss in the
                  manger.

                ¹ One must sell it to some one, the sacred name of love.
                ² Making it up as we goes along.
                ³ The law of the jungerl.
                ⁴ Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers.
                ⁵ I'd like his pink's cheek.
                ⁶ Frech devil in red hairing! So that's why you ran away to sea, Mrs
           Lappy. Leap me, Locklaun, for you have sensed!
                ⁷ A washable lovable floatable doll.

                ¹ With her poodle feinting to be let off and feeling dead in herself. Is love
         worse living?
                 ² If she can't follow suit Renée goes to the pack.
                 ³ Improper frictions is maledictions and mens uration makes me mad.
                 ⁴ Llong and Shortts Primer of Black and White Wenchcraft. 

small polly if

            ¹ The gaggles all out.
            ² He's just bug nuts on white mate he hasn't the teath nor the grits to choo
        and that's what's wrong with Lang Wang Wurm, old worbbling goesbelly.
            ³ Dear and I trust in all frivolity I may be pardoned for trespassing but I
        think I may add hell.
            ⁴ He is my all menkind of every desception.

                           ¹ All his teeths back to the front, then the moon and then the moon with
                    a hole behind it.
                             ² Skip one, flop fore, jennies in the cabbage store.
                             ³ None of your cumpohlstery English here!
                            ⁴ Understudy my understandings, Sostituda, and meek thine compline-
                   ment, gymnufleshed.
                            ⁵ Tho' I have one just like that to home, deadleaf brown with quicksilver
                   appliques, would whollymost applissiate a nice shiny sleekysilk out of that
                   slippering snake charmeuse.

                      ¹ What's that ma'am? says I.
                         ² As you say yourself.
                         ³ That's the lethemuse but it washes off.
                         ⁴ Where he fought the shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the
                  pepettes of our lovelives.

      ¹ Shake eternity and lick creation.
      ² I'm blest if I can see.
      ³ Hoppity Huhneye, hoosh the hen. I like cluckers, you like nuts (wink).
      ⁴ Sweet, medium and dry like altar wine.
      ⁵ Who'll buy me penny babies?
      ⁶ Well, Maggy, I got your castoff devils all right and fits lovely. And am
vaguely graceful. Maggy thanks.
      ⁷ My six is no secret, sir, she said.
      ⁸ Yes, there, Tad, thanks, give, from, tathair, look at that now.

   ¹ Go up quick, stay so long, come down slow!
   ² If I gnows me gneesgnobs the both of him is gnatives of Genuas.
   ³ A glass of peel and pip for Mr Potter of Texas, please.
   ⁴ All the world loves a big gleaming jelly.

            ¹ A pengeneepy for your warcheekeepy.
            ² My globe goes gaddy at geography giggle pending which time I was
      looking for my shoe all through Arabia.
            ³ It must be some bugbear in the gender especially when old which they
      all soon get to look.
            ⁴ After me looking up the plan in Humphrey's Justice of the Piece it said to
      see preseeding chaps.
            ⁵ O boyjones and hairyoddities! Only noane told missus of her massas
      behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her
      fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks.
            ⁶ Traduced into jinglish janglage for the nusances of dolphins born.

            ¹ He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in the twowsers
    and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our hoydenname.
            ² My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to
    keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing
    Holmes.
            ³ What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the moon's increscent.
            ⁴ Parley vows the Askinwhose? I do, Ida. And how to call the cattle black.
    Moopetsi meepotsi
            ⁵ I was so snug off in my apholster's creedle but at long leash I'll stretch
    more capritious in his dapplepied bed.
            ⁶ Pipette. I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips.
            ⁷ A liss in hunterland.

          ¹ I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam's
      honey like they use to emballem some of the special popes with a book in his
      hand and his mouth open.
          ² And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery.
          ³ Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?
          ⁴ Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicoth and Vyler, the
      lays of ancient homes.
          ⁵ The stanidsglass effect, you could sugerly swear buttermilt would not
      melt down his dripping ducks.
          ⁶ Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam.
          ⁷ Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked profanian
      with his bakset of yosters.

            ¹ Gosem pher, gezumpher, greeze a jarry grim felon! Good bloke him!
            ² And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth
    her bothom dolours he'd have a culious impressiom on the diminitive that
    chafes our ends.
            ³ When I'am Enastella and am taken for Essastessa I'll do that droop on the
    pohlmann's piano.
            ⁴ Heavenly twinges, if it's one of his I'll fearly feint as swoon as he enter-
    rooms.
            ⁵ To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up. And when
    you're done push the chain.
            ⁶ With her modesties office.
            ⁷ Strutting as proud as a great turquin weggin that cuckhold on his Eddems
    and Clay's hat.

      ¹ Come, smooth of my slate, to the beat of my blosh! With all these gelded
ewes jilting about and the thrills and ills of laylock blossoms three's so much    
more plants than chants for cecilies that I was thinking fairly killing times of    
putting an end to myself and my malody, when I remembered all your pupil-    
teacher's erringnesses in perfection class. You sh'undn't write you can't if you    
w'udn't pass for undevelopmented. This is the propper way to say that, Sr. If    
it's me chews to swallow all you saidn't you can eat my words for it as sure as    
there's a key in my kiss. Quick erit faciofacey. When we will conjugate to-    
gether toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour, verbe de vie    
and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back spine and does for    
ever. Your are me severe? Then rue. My intended, Jr, who I'm throne away    
on, (here he inst, my lifstack, a newfolly likon) when I slip through my pettigo    
I'll get my decree and take seidens when I'm not ploughed first by some    
Rolando the Lasso, and flaunt on the flimsyfilmsies for to grig my collage    
juniorees who, though they flush fuchsia, are they octette and virginity in my    
shade but always my figurants. They may be yea of my year but they're nary    
nay of my day. Wait till spring has sprung in spickness and prigs beg in to pry    
they'll be plentyprime of housepets to pimp and pamper my. Impending mar-    
riage. Nature tells everybody about but I learned all the runes of the gamest    
game ever from my old nourse Asa. A most adventuring trot is her and she    
vicking well knowed them all heartswise and fourwords. How Olive d'Oyly    
and Winnie Carr, bejupers, they reized the dressing of a salandmon and how a    
peeper coster and a salt sailor med a mustied poet atwaimen. It most have    
bean Mad Mullans planted him. Bina de Bisse and Trestrine von Terrefin.    
Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and (remember all should    
I forget to) bolt the thor. Auden. Wasn't it just divining that dog of a dag    
in Skokholme as I sat astrid uppum their Drewitt's altar, as cooledas as cul-    
cumbre, slapping my straights till the sloping ruins, postillion, postallion, a    
swinge a swank, with you offering me clouts of illscents and them horners    
stagstruck on the leasward! Don't be of red, you blanching mench! This    
isabella I'm on knows the ruelles of the rut and she don't fear andy mandy. So    
sing loud, sweet cheeriot, like anegreon in heaven! The good fother with the    
twingling in his eye will always have cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with    
for our allmichael good. Amum. Amum. And Amum again. For tough troth    
is stronger than fortuitous fiction and it's the surplice money, oh my young    
friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the    
clothes.

            ¹ The nasal foss of our natal folkfarthers so so much now for Valsing-
        giddyrex and his grand arks day triump.
            ² Translout that gaswind into turfish, Teague, that's a good bog and you,
        Thady, poliss it off, there's nateswipe, on to your blottom pulper.
            ³ You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies and your flashy
        foreign mail so here's my cowrie card, I dalgo, with all my exes, wise and sad.
            ⁴ All this Mitchells is a niggar for spending and I will go to the length of
          seeing that one day Big Mig will be nickleless himself.

ANTITHESIS OF AMBI-

DUAL ANTICIPATION.

THE MIND FACTORY,

ITS GIVE AND TAKE.

            ¹ While I'll wind the wildwoods' bluckbells among my window's weeds.
            ² Lawdy Dawdy Simpers.
            ³ But where, O where, is me lickle dig done?
            ⁴ That's his whisper waltz I like from Pigott's with that Lancydancy step.
       Stop.