Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs

-Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs- I could fall on a turntable and raise the roof. Let the beat drop, but what’s the point scallywags? Crickets chirp unwanted truths into my ears at night. Leaf the poor sauerkraut alone. Saunter through the valley of the shadow of death. Feel ecstatic to run the entire pilgrimage’s course. Safe bets aren’t the way to go. Poverty makes a man hateful. Sweet sounds of comradery swell, The wave crashes down on the innocent. Time to set the stage, umbrella’s will be encouraged. Don’t know what’s lurking above. Never finished a rubix cube, too much time…Not enough advances. Crease…And snap! The willpower of a lily shouldn’t be overlooked. Purple innocence like the Nile’s nectar and lettuce combined, make a fruity concoction cocktail of Aphrodite’s vengeful lust. Orgy porgy swimming in the labyrinth of soma incorporated.