The Things that are Strange

A fantastic assemblage of rude, lewd, barbarically-brutish, and crude poetry that I have deliberately, rigorously, precisely-meticulously, and thoughtfully plopped on paper for you, her, that guy over there, and your ugly neighbor in the tree who keeps peeking into your window while you shower. I will attest, swear, and verify that you will be disgustingly tickled and as soon as I climb down from this tree, I will do the same!