The blind poet was merrily listening with excitement. He finangled fixedly.

Standing, while wearing polka-dotted pantaloons without braces, he hoped his buttons would remain affixed. Amazed, he felt giddy ganglings transfixing gazes agape. Upon the brittle bonnet he found a few rusty feathers which clung to a chicken.

After a drink of vino, he discretely slipped someone a potent pill containing Viagra. This dastardly attempt failed because the hairy Sasquatch didn't know and his schpilkiss was attached at his elbow.

Nevertheless, Royal Hotepsekhemwy Ostrogoth liquified...