LordBabyHat

I bought a large goat from a large goat forum. I would tote him home but I don't know where to store him. So I climbed the Great Highlands, where all the good goats play. I found a big ole fat one, and sang the livelong day.

Gather round smoke our thing hear the tale of Folklore Jim. A Hobo on a train in an overcoat with stains. In a flash I saw a rash accompanying his cane. Hard 2 just ignore em but wheres the blokes decorum. He calls himself da King but I didn't vote for em

Your sarcastic words are plastic, please grasp it from my basket. I won't carry this shit, no matter how fantastic.

Swerve in all swank cause my stature surely startles. A klepto and a klank with fractured metatarsals.

EAT your GARBANZO, or BEAT it you’re GONE-ZO!

If you slack a bit I might smack a tit so add a jacket to the back of it and don’t practice it in my catchers mitt or call me in the morning.

There’s a program of a single step, it’s got no air just pringle pep. If you wanna know how to make or beget, you gather the know-how to take a leaflet.

That’s a Post and Lintel, Brick and Mortar shop selling Roasted Lentil (in a Mortar and Pestle) slop

Send a dang Mongol bum to go and bang a bongo drum, a little bit too hard like the taste of wilted rhubarb. I rustle my feathers in this brussel sprout weather. I guess it comes down to just muscle and leather.

Bing! Bang! Boom! I got no more room. I’ve filled up on junk, the gunk sunk I assume.

Converse with a person, a verse you’ve rehearsed. To curse the first and worse son, coerce him til he bursts!

They call me “King Cool“ in the land where I pretend. They really call me nothing ‘cause I have no friends.

This is JUNGO’s hung bunch and the FUN BUNG-HOLE punch!

Take my shoe and throw it in a basket. Don’t sniff glue or you’ll end up in a casket.

Bubbling bombardment to your left flank cheek. Quarreling quandaries of who spanked their meat.

Oh my, I do say, this is masterfully written. I don't lie, the bootay will be naturally smitten.

I heard a foray in my foyer, over to play with a toy or, so I believed, but I was deceived. T'was only foreplay to a voyeur.

Prep your buns and ready your eyes. Dads and sons and apples and pies. We scream “IT’S TIME!” we’ve made it at last. You’ll never forget LEAF IN ASS!

A fortunate Scorpius forages, there's no shortages of porridges or Florida oranges. Of course there's no origins of fauna or flora sins but some orcas swim with limp dorsal fins.

Take the whole fam gambling, go grab your kin. Mam's rambling "go max or min!" Damn, all the bramble and gin. BAM! All the bets are in. I'm clamoring.

Stuck in a log I made friends with rocks. I got a catalog of nothing but socks so I buy a new pair every brand-new day and I won't give a care to your mama's dismay.

He may mock or tease but if he’s a block, with a rock of cheese, I’ll talk with ease and squeeze the rock. I’d be Socrates while he sees and gawks. With my expertise I'm bound to shock. I won’t appease the pleas to talk.

Ya gotta cool off with that froster freeze. Sip the fools broth, that oughta please.

Your salty fox won't get ya home with my faulty aux on saxophone. My trusty ox is on prednisone. If ya want the sauce we’ll throw the bone.

What you eat when on your feet affects what you do. Junk makes you feel like pounds of eel. Respect before you poo.