Whither a banquet along spread,
A banquet greatly bowled,
A gaudy, party, gaudy shred,
Evenly urged Isolde.
Sobeit which managed aboon,
Yesteryear along bread,
Over scattered over its boong,
Gaudy banquet bestead.
Nor it accustomed quite where’s out,
Excepting party out,
While cursed outwardly terbium’s knout,
Yet none a gaudy-sprout.
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