Can You Please Wait a Second

Can You Please Wait A Second...? In steed of ye mounting your stock key high horse, perhaps named Rock Key, and head off...lock stock and barrel, who knows where, now lemme seat chew wait ma self, and quickly knock out quick mention about hour (meaning everybody within the wide world), and their webbed warp and woof weave courtesy of Father Time analogously to a jock key hunkering down aiming tubby first crossing finish line at races, afterwards celebrate with social feted outing, while scheduling proctologist appointment, et cetera, sans squeezing late radio talk ad hoc meeting, an extemporaneous yet timely lesson indirectly related to bird dogging, i.e. migrating fast as Glock pistol can shoot, essentially sound (garden) resembling joyus honking flock of seagulls heading Southside Johnny and Asbury Jukes, and on Tortoise - to sea dock side of the moon Pink Floyd attired as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, whose schedule Nsync with YES men hosting showtime merely minutes away... remember ring that char existence enslaved to thee a bomb been nibble atomic clock, which device uses an electron transition frequency went sallying forth in the microwave tent, experiencing optical radiation pent up ether, or ultra violet region meant for electromagnetic fervent active spectrum, or Palestra event of atoms comprising Adam and the Ants (as well all other matter) linkedin to frequency standard for timekeeping Strunk and White element of style.