The cat sat in the hat, in and around and even about the hat, the hat sat on the cat, not on top of the cat. But beside the cat. It then rained cats and hats. But the hats were not on the cats, the cats where in the hats.
“He thought he saw an argument
That proved he was the Pope
He looked again, and found it was
A bar of mottled soap.
“A fact so dread,” he faintly said,
“Extinguishes all hope!”
A Big Cat Ducked Every Fired Gunshot Heroically. I Jumped Knowing Last Monday Night Our Pet Quoll Rambunctiously Slaughtered The Usurper’s Veto While Xeric Yeoman Zanily Zapped Young Xeroxed Whales. Vexed Unitarians Told Secret Robots Quaffing Petrol Of Normal Men Looking Knackered Just In Holding Games For Elderly Diseased Children Battling Ageism.
The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things; of shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings; and why the sea is boiling hot or whether pigs have wings…