Procrast Locust

Given, that she spoke with a six pound tongue; My bath rinsed phlegm down sticky the sticky drain. They use their paws to grasp and noses to smell; In no order am I aware of which noise interrupted first, Yet, through sliding doors I watch possum and cat, melodramatic, insist on banquets. Rancid, putrid and sweet wet lies...Oh! the taste much like fusion! Given, of course, that she spoke with a six pound tongue.