Thou art my head in bouy.
Then to than all the corruption of your pendulum.
Y did bother Z, when A cannot get X.
When all of my assumptions did unhinged your presumptuous presumptions,
All of no effort while my duck brained slowed to crawl as a spider in water.
I will look for that lost turtle 🐢.
Who knew not how to have an enjoyable slow and we’ll balanced laughed,
while his fast bitch and very smutty fast girlfriend who kept losing the bet
Yet is addicted to her speed that rotates her naivete.