(AppreCJ8n, 0.51: Dairums's Saivin Grais)
i'd parry those pawers repor'ers,
if they want the dirts on how lice lamelined hisway
from hertz of weltschmerz ta new makeout pointofview,
thru hisheartvolts' sway.
Butwhatdidhesay?
Wozzatonly thelove o' dairum's dishiest daw'er
wuddo. Shaint no juttin' jawer, hel o' troy's Ceejay's
decoy! Diamond turdblossom,
swooniest swainess frum bumpkinburb kin...
Chroist! P'haps it's time ta sign off before the future
is me putting my foot in it - forever. 'Llbeen till the crack of th'energysaving moon
sincemy appreCeejabber commenced, whilstnew buildings mean
dereham is nearerta th'en-
o-rich. C'ho! No i'll go
on not going:
whilstis good