Hum Bad Ripple Wrappers
Luscious raspberry standard challengers . . . where?
That challenged their way
Through the Milky Way
And ended up
So to the sacred chair
Where the frog wears a red cloth
And the unicorn smiles
And surrounded by ice cream
And a bell rings
Time for tea.
It will take me until quarter to three.
How I love to be by the sea.
And now as the ground rumbles
And a newt tips his straw feathered hat
And my chair creaks
And I feel like a wanton cleft.
My cheek concords into draftsmen
And my flowers go spongy.
Hail the magnificent ancient Lord
Of the Stekkipekkiwimpledrigsters.
And may you never be hit by low-flying aircraft.