C'Mon Gimme a Botox Smile

C'mon Gimme A Botox Smile! 'Pon bing asked by spouse, while she didst dock and pooched herself abed handily at nine o'clock to see "handsome" pedigree dentastix dog face of yours truly, me no Kid Rock yea just a chip off the ole likeness ice sculptured block, a sharp pain inexplicably shoots thru left shoulder blade generating painful electric shock, especially after said missus threw smelly sock afflicting this muttering chap, where deadlock partial paralysis analogous to rigor mortis holding frozen designated bleep within his flesh bound paddock (as pop sic hull), non dominant side of mine body hard as bedrock (spoiler alert, I write with right hand), despite best college try, could not extricate... hell no, this ain't no poppycock yea, this longfellow felt bewitched by a warlock, which affliction froze botox smile engendering gladness to celebrate bajillion years of blissful wedlock believe that and I will another truth, how this lame rhyme stir, he makes buttock of himself, nonetheless an oar regional non Jew bull ant debtor, sans courtesy Shylock still prone to bouts of flibbertigibbet ranked as more than schlock, (no doubt, ye beg to differ) with mine chock lot of badinage, basically self mock curry verging on persiflage, he freely types what occurs within raw bitstock of ma noggin akin to babbling stream of consciousness initially intending to divulge aftershock when wife coos this kook spewing wry verbal (barley comprehensible) feedstock as she mimes deadly smooch inflicting plastered smirk ad hoc showing pearl white dentures aiming to entertain, while listening awk chilly (inspired to contrive potschke and pastiche) rendered (if still alive) by P.D.Q. Bach.