How Boot a Mud Pie For the Birthday Girl

How boot a mud pie for the birthday girl? (yes, that would be the snoozing missus, hook lames to need mooch beauty sleep), hence who might not arise for bajillion years. Thou me noggin forced to remember how me heart used to ache asper in no help to relieve anticipatory anxiety doth suddenly find this (24/7 day tripper sleeper) wide awake, now mine dearest beloved, ye need not break these lovely bones remembering, if yaw completed lix piddle orbitz axing age iz fatalistic rhetorical question, finding yours truly escorted to lake chock full of fierce allidiles or crocogators, now worm eye gonna get the most perfect Earth friendly cake, rather than dastardly duck that husbandly role i.e. man drake, thus what better way this stormy July sixth, 2019 to express moony times, aye did pastimes forsake feigning, pretending, trumpeting loving thee tubby "FAKE," now...haim twice the man I used tubby - formerly rake hush long haired pencil necked geek though in face of adversity still meek, yet every now and again rare instances flashes peek a boo analogous to happy go lucky boyhood doth sneak out from down underground self long suppressed many times multiplied by 52 times 7 days a week, thus by gosh by golly fingers quickly tap dance akin to celebrating holly day hootin n hollerin like jolly roger, who pirated some loot unlike captives feeling melancholy, or akin to cracker offered than immediately retracted from Polly nonetheless, she might suggest some idea worth parroting, thus I lob and volley poetic pitch to thee anonymous reader unbeknownst to me if got pie in the sky idea how to appease wife, one costly human feeder who gobbles everything in her wake not affixed down with mortise and tenon made of cedar.