Running faster forward onward;
Getting to the border talk words;
Talking to the nim bons, awkward;
Backing towards the thing I thoughts weird.
Bending boxes biffle baffle;
Get your tickets win the raffle;
Get your fickle, forget fackle;
Issues that should soon be tackled.
Boots that melted made from butter;
Better than the butter bottle;
Anything you drank from that thing;
Surely make your middle waddle.
Ice cream slushy made from frog legs;
In a blender looks could cause gags;
In a blunder taste like red flags;
Where the mind would cause some tongue drag.
Parachuting from a high space;
Better than the shite on myspace;
Better yet dry ice in a wet case;
Richard Pryor smoked a shoe lace.
Onward forward faster running;
Ruining reasons ankles shunning;
Shinsickle splinter, popsicle spear;
Listen closely aim to hear.
When does a circle look like a sphere;
How many licks can a salt block deer;
How many quips can I lick in a line;
Depends on if they nasty or fine.
Exercising exorcism excellece;
Two more spirits munificently magnificent;
Two more carrots make residual insignificance;
Got my aficionado license from the bottom of the box;
All I had to eat was cereal through holes inside my socks.
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