Strange, Very strange...!

There was wonce a man called John,
woo Them called Jo (them tongues was whalf-basked, cannotnot blame thems fore that) Them all whenced two the morket square in three's company, the fourth they sayed was for Jo. The marrakesh sqate this very fine day was lient up with the vileage jokes from taciturnville. The pokes comprised of the ages all. The rude vileage olde jokes, who sat in the three cornereds with Them, lighting up their pips and talcking only with theres sharp, uncanny and virulent highs.

The fool amongst the jokes was talking with his little croonked highs, He wuss callt Cock-eye also, they and Them lookt into him highs and at wonce both thinked of this joker Bush as a twistend fellow whom was most vile and ever more sligh than the mast cunning cunt in the whole of the mounchains, even the mirrage breaked when he sheen himself every mourning with his highs.

Thence there wasn't any middel aged jokes in them vileage, them had alls been kilt in the saksoned war of the middledies. They fought for Powder, Hunter and Gluttony. (Them not know that all three toons was hided in the bald bastids toolet rows, them has sulphured from axestream conspiratation and falled on their own stools when dying from hutnosed assfixiation.) Oblivion to such stinky norledghe the stupid middledies whenced and declared war at the beheads of thems Olde joker bush, whom have caused all middledies to dye a most colourfool deadh thanks being very dutily to them Mural poolish who speared no one of them blunt middledies and kilt thems all to debt.

Recoun thing such incidence the joker Bush have cut his dikk and flong it to the fourth end of this madness scare where Jo wast, the joker thence stance up in dickgust and say "thees way, high shall never stand up for any thong arsegain! You under cheny me?" All the other mute vileage pokes larfed in eggsitement and some ate them eyeballs and levers in this celebating pee.

All along them rocket sake towers there was childwrench from the vileage too, them lyttle ruffians kempt playing a game hof hoffing the hofse, them go cashing the hofse all aloud the watch tower and them not stop till them see the hof take him last breadth and kick him on his shoes (silly childwrench tong the horse to himself, them don't know we hofseses breed through our stomachs and not shoes and died). Unfarshootingly the hofse whom died in the mocket skake catos was a priced ponch which axetully beguiled to the meanbest moony merchunk in this mireeud muppet swake whom was an axe royull moonarch blabelled 'Misreprepresentation the vorst'. Him have been drown outted from him classle by saayco munkeys whom now rule themselves in them own classle now. Mir-bun as him is called saw him hofse's deadbody and farted crying at the top of him vice, the vileage joker bush not like it and him kill this moonarch with him hole gun, which mad the moonarch blees to death.

And so endead the mocket sqays bust-tull and all vileage folk have almost died because of th infarcted joker Bush whom shred him vile dis ease and discoiet to everybum in the prowess of the mandness sturck whcih the mocket sqake, nobody talcked abhor Jo, because him was the moonarch's cussing, him full name was lantern rereeled to be 'John shits the guile' an underwearer moonarch aperitif from the ciggarette sergis G.I. die whoce booties came to an enth afchur the moonarch's deadh, and him hatch again bechum a frog.

Song update: Band On The Run - Paul McCartney & The Wings

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