Long Nosed Earthy Bookworm Knows Bout Angler Saxon

Long nosed earthy bookworm knows 'bout Angler Saxon Shell yours truly share hook line and sinker, regarding how I nearly fell prey to off fish shill doom for umpteenth time? Ya haint got no choice... to late, cuz eyes already clicked bait, though don't worry be happy fate will find thee enjoying poetic tête-à-tête rhyming Hors d'oeuvres ain't no Shakespearean literary great expert, nonetheless might interest with special Labor Day rate absolute zero charge courtesy to mollycoddle principally as figurative paypal pit tate ting gently massaging your pate anyway don't get doggies in a dimple yawping personal ambition of this doggone puppy not to create literary accomplishment appraised great merely to fritter away time possibly unexpectedly, unknowingly, unwittingly... titillate. Herewith follows "FAKE" off fish hill anecdote without wallowing in self pity and deemed gill tee of slimy overkill, whereby fisherman seeks likes of me, who favors lollygagging within Brooklyn rill frequented by Jack and Jill ice cream in vain when riled, poked, nabbed... courtesy angler England Bill unaware his carping cavil never fooling this ever will fill squiggly... d'ya phylum me? As proud Annelida where trawler (accompanied with boating mate) blithely tosses yours truly into catcher's reel tin can - grim fate ah, but survival skills include ability to regenerate in thee event mine body electric rotate headed, chopped, perforated, segmented... evening, increasing, licking... odds laughing to myself, which doth not abate, cuz I outsmarted, thus aye state with modesty if perchance just a sliver lopped off, destiny cannot eliminate opportunity not to agitate, but rather duplicate, replicate unisexual worman hood without need to feign being irate, thus pretend to equivocate.