My book shook and look! A crook which is sure to hook onto some **** which doth hang out randomly like a dress out your car door.
I am shy with my high and dry status the why? I am not sure But I vie and cry and Lie and try to Do more.
This will kiss the Enterance pages of its inspiration: Bliss. Titled, this **** and griss miss Priss diss this list and hiss Like snakely Chris Who is in Fresno Hiss.
Hiss.
Kiss.
This is my bliss....
BLISS POEM I.
Tune in soon for the book "Bliss Rhune" . We will all hail the noon dune of goon: MOI