Sinking Feeling Springs Eternal

Sinking feeling springs eternal... courtesy sucker punched by vehicular travails Truckload of banshees muffled as more'n yours truly wails he feels wheely tired as one after another significant snafu devilish troublesome impish of the poe pervert car - tell driver unveils scarier than Stephen King's macabre tales one illusory monster with (by Scott) matted pointy scales, who infuriatingly rants and rails against dependence on unstable, unpredictable, and unmentionable car rear, where his ruffled quilted wings, stand on edge quiver and quails analogous to how Jack and Jill arduously lugged pails splashing water to and fro hither and yon some drips drops long as nine inch nails, actually pleasant sensation though futile schlepping, sloshing, and spilling bucketful after bucketful eternal rhyming task without reason synonymous with Sisyphus, but lo and behold agony no longer assails only fleeting ecstasy, think Bos taurus came back to animal farm - carting... yup countless hay bales (sh....) stolen goods, under the whinny some nose of neighboring Equus at Clyde on dales, one Mister Ed, a horse - laugh he exhales, said bovine won't be cowed, cuz fodder knows beast, that charity never fails.