As I rehearse in triplicate,
Bring Shiva as a purgative,
So healthfully circadian
So fragrant that it smells
With shackles on the mantelpiece
And barnacles uncircumcised
We dine upon the porterhouse
Forlorn with gold gazelles
And back behind the priory
The fertilizer’s widening
The philistines are exercising
Hey….whatever sells !
Your a priori fertilizer did the trick, now the lawn is greener than ever.
Les
the more bullshit they throw around, the more things grow indeed