Going bitch-kegs at it

After our Demon Tweak

Seven thousand pistonlicks per second
B.now I have stolen my own weight in pork products

Reader, self-annihilating and semi-devine!  Do this in memorium of me.

As revenge against the ones who gave us a taste for infinite things
All our love of Australian Aeronautics

  Is concentrated in the corvid   crow    corby

A kind of songfoul and airborne Satanic Pastie
Half Cornish Half Irish me ma

Has a taste for Scotch Greys

In the Celtic League it maketh me

             A treble cleff’d bastard

Familiar t’all   loyal

                       To not

                           One.

Fornication                                                                          aplenty

Of Lies?                                                                 A great cov’rage

Barbarism                                                      we try and we try
Unlike Juptire we want to effect a more delicate lechery

Appearing to Leda as neither Bull nor Swan but as a declasse Candy Baron

Having a vivid little roister behind the kirk at Bellbrae
To make mushrooms burst on the side of the blood oven

An organical democracy where every cell might think for itself

                           And is at war with every other.
In this messy era of the rule of the South Gundagai Molls.

Giddy up.