i once counted sand upon the land, giggle he must, open hand, but not said Sam i am, for Dr Seuss is a silly goose to take what rhymes i had…

what rhymes i had once dangle and Giff, upon the great sky i rode on a griffin faff, it great talons, with wide great wings, so great great great great it seems, i began reciting G’s inside my head, insane i said, but who cares…I’m dead..

my name is Oliver Payne, the mad who drove his mother insane, that felt a itch, to punish me with whips and slashes of shiny gold badges, the police i claim the police i say! what dear to my heart is feeling of shame…

atlas i wait wait wait, to m,y own demise i ran out of time, for the poll has been announce, the winner now trouts, like a king, be ageing yell higher than a mouse….

grow bored of these nursery rhymes time for to die die die!! oh why i cry, in the light of the heavens, counted 12Th’s to 11Th’s, the days i lived, and the days i give, to remember what its like to be seven…

bloody hell i say, Ive been waiting all day, by headless hick, and nickle be dick, i declare for shay that i go back and omen another day…

does not grow, and if i wait any loner, i feel something may asunder

do point out as a fool, and man i am, not a tool!! i will tolerate such disrespect and for my I’m turning purple!!! even in the neck!

all of you tutors need to be fire, fired and re-hired as janitors, oh swagging upon the broom and mop, to slop what garbage begins to rot, i say to she, for spelling come Through and by the way I hate you I hate you!!!

how long….must i talk, how long does this suck the life, from my irrigation, and fortitude my salvation as a sinner, deadly sinner, they things i say, shall be not coy, or gay, but i must say, this tutoring business is quite enough, so cheer me on with the Chinese gong, and ill sing along the merciful play, which wrote, but of course, i choked out blood, when i bit my mug, i was too nervous to say, what really happen that day in the play..