How  I Leaned To Love The Bomb Of Knowledge And Cause Worrying In My Audience

The elongated eruditeness of the educated elitists confers a palpable penchant for tumults of tyrannical transcendental malevolent malignant motivation upon the troglodyte troupe.

Said the over-learned-book to the initiate question.
And then told the
once-known,
well-known,
ill-in-bed
story as follows:

Once upon a stool was an insinuation
who exited a conversation
into the punched pecan monetary carjack.
And was thrice thusly juiced until
it was after the before of march.
The moral is to is not about and around
the inside of the dodecahedron particle-collider colander.
Have a very nice purple tuesday only half its twice length.

-From the desk of the notebook's desk under the bottom of the sky.


There spoke nonsense and too-much sense
For one told lies to all ears
And the other brought tears
So the real story is to suit occasion
And make sense or nonsense in fitting tense.