Fighting with the troll, the sandwich begs to fly.
Rasping with raspberries, peanut butter it does dry.
Never taunt the beggar, walk away from the sand
Jumping with the mad lib, carry on, with the band.
Don't ask to free the merry, clomp clowns for their life
Help the child with boogers free, have two buckets of strife.
From West comes the carpet bag. South the fur trade's son
All I ask to be for true fox, go now, my frock with guns.
WHY IS THE STATE OF BIRDING?! WROUGHT WITH LOUD CANNONS!?
Actually, they're not. I wanted attentions from mammoths.
My phone does ring, and no one's there, In my nose, I have stray hairs.
For once I want two cents from you, two cents, from you and chairs.