conniption fits of envy.

Sebastian Cabot in a hostel oh God, with Abbott & Costello so odd
52 weeks before mad Abbott & Costello had inhabited hostile Ohio.
This unclasped brassiere dignifies my teen years feeding lean steers
on shipped tortilla or corn chips, soaked soggy aboard sunken ships
where liver-dead dipsomaniacs on flat sea planes plot drunken trips
to Oriental ports of trade for the Sinocentrical chore of bunkin' nips.