The Witchita Strangler

The whallonganon tortted along
The entirerty of the cargoleet river
While the hispratcher sprayed it's knees
With vorpe bowols.
Risenads the Intelligent warned of such things.
Retort! Retort!
Midney ghoristky and farmer balbopulous had whip to snatch with that young man, and the party ends when corn husky the third gets back from work and backstratcher the fitfth comes from the shadows and worries the wissel out of Marty the Magnificient. This was all before Randy said loudly "Girls Girls put down your pearls". In any case old slack jaw got in the way of it all and fucked. As the worry warts carried them into the cool blue of a summer breeze through a palm, they began to whistle this song, till the break of dawn:
Mandrake, oh Mandrake, Wake your tremblers, start this quake...
The dropline is funny, and we're cavitate.
No more men to sing it,
Just a hound to wing it,
Floor the gusters and sensuate.
Mandrake, oh Mandrake, break the cars and scrub the slack
The Witchita Stangler and his mom are back.
Huji!
Safarti!
Loingrog!
Stix!
Sisiliche!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!