The Rapture When Reading Aloud

though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun dre other parvenues, a rapture surges thru me, when audibly communicating, enunciating, and speaking English words as if hi ken run a marathon, or zip to the moon, (take as cheesy tong in cheek) from this pun gent, who relishes reading for my eyes and ears asper myself, which purported nun sense ink reese sees learn'n den earn an award, especially wash'n black board den breathing intelligent dust from eraser head could awk cord, I utter Hieronymus Bosch, bing enamored, and aye actually confess tubby a model United Nations chimp pan zee, and/or other type of survey monkey hook can huff ford Old Rotten Gotham horde sliding down into the behavioral sink... exclaiming "oh me jack lord" and getting rescued then getting less on, sans get'n taut how (muss elf George Eliot) tubby comb moored flossed, milled, and taut tubby trained for Operation Ready Date by a coop pull oof oot standing chap, named Adam West, who poured salty epithets (reminding me, as they roared that life iz brutal, short and nasty), part tickly ne'r the end wharf hew scored and majority got de toured until emotionally, physically, and spiritually enlightened By Rabindranath Tagore and Burt Ward.