English.
Case in point to me alone but not all.
Leopold looked up at the arrow piercing
the skin of the dirigible with a sort of wondrous dismay
the wheezy shriek was just the sort of sound
he always imagined a baby moose being
beaten with a pair of accordions might make.
The lovely woman-child Kaa was mercilessly chained
to the cruel post of the warrior-chief Beast,
with his barbarous tribe now stacking wood
at her nubile feet, when the strong,
clear voice of the poetic and heroic Handsomas roared,
"Flick your Bic, crisp that chick, and you'll
feel my steel through your last meal."
As the newest Lady Turnpot descended
into the kitchen wrapped only in her celery-green dressing gown,
her creamy bosom rising and falling like a
temperamental souffle, her tart mouth pursed in distaste,
the sous-chef whispered to the scullery boy,
"I don't know what to make of her."
"Ace, watch your head!" hissed Wanda urgently,
yet somehow provocatively, through red, full, sensuous lips,
but he couldn't you know, since nobody can
actually watch more than part of his nose or a little cheek or lips
if he really tries, but he appreciated her warning.
Case in point to me alone but not all.
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