Binky Bonk

Likes his noodles in a jar. Slammy likes his tea hot and acidic. We chump the floob together and mince words like pie. CONVERGE

WONF

Poodle pink my raindrop. I’ll bump your bomp. Even if you can’t ride a donkey, I’ll love you anyway. My cat is flying even though I don’t own him. Too much poonflipping. Exchoom my sense of boon. Where are all the colours gone?

MY FONP

Exqueeze my chunlon. Boobledoogey with a wash wish. Expect no test that needs besting. Open my rawr power with a snarl and a whisper and a coot and a grace. Gravity needs time to weight. Give me your Ruber and I’ll swap you my rumble. RUMBLER.

Can’t Get It Right

Can’t fluctuate.  Can’t Dictate. Control Metal My Actions. Can’t Fight. Can’t Sleep. Can’t Hold Tight. Can’t Dance. Can’t catch the cat. Can’t Reach. Can’t bathe on a Beach. I can do anything I put my mind too. But If I don’t have freedom of space to move, then I can’t spread my wings and fly!