My ailment, that everyone has on occasion, returned to haunt me.
My ale meant that everyone has on occasion, returned to haunt me.
Boar’s meat in grease fryer, takes a leek, peas, on whose scent bouys the brewed beet and bread, elicit intense, but, whole aromas
Boors meet in Greece, Friar takes a leak, pees on who’s sent boys, the brood beat and bred illicit intents, butt hole aromas
Incite the colonel that sees the knight’s son’s fazed assent shear profit
Insight, the kernel that sees the night’s sun’s phased ascent sheer prophet
Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors