Driding down the breathen brackdrop
I spried a rawd and troolin fourstruck
Capreening as it slashed, streeching astrop
Greels a squeaming, twas a gremto horrituc.
And lo trayond my skildest weems
The bewizened droctor cralked attile
For what might have bud unblightly teems
Allowed him a noosed mirabound smile.
So reflaunting did I in sight of this plene
Gotinking did I am sodam diglessed
There for the glabest modorn be seen
Remining in trensient cabluent ressed.