With out thinking, looking

He farted and followed through
He has thrown his shit, his turds
Over his shulders with out a cair

In the world of, for, the world!
Landing in the fan
Now the world is now beeing coverd
In the preeverbul brown stuff!
To the 1930s, we go
The 1940s to come our way!

Facsiam, yet again storks us all again!

Kenny D. Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet