vowels in alphabetical order
‘Have i gold? Glum and evil young Albert (if your father wills, you have it!) grows up abstemious… cash be in your hands.’
Exit young famed into ugly affection untamed.
In hours, (gamble-ill-wrought) wad spent. It’s blown.
Unsaved, ill or hurt, all weight-loss unhalted. It’s not fun. And we find youth attending hogs, unhappy.
Ends: ‘I know!’ – quake in soul – ‘dad’s men: pious hands – fed. Idylls for us all! Their pods (ugh! – annelidous [1]) ate I foully.’
And he did roundly amble into humbly-gate, in long rut…
Saw he his boy: rush and get ring (gold stuff) and jerkin! Oh, bull’s arrest, spit-oft-turn all.
‘We – I – thought Albert in ground. Dances might go up, and legs,’ I thought, facetiously, ‘are in, out, – are in, out – shake it ‘bout!’
[1] riddled with worms
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