Thou Droning Whoreson Baggage

Thy wart-encrusted maw compellingly constitutes a convalescant contrast of pulchritude, most evident in earnest and effervescent cockcrow light, a visage matched by the craven beige mundanity of oneself's soiled linens which thou art so unpleasingly plastered against, decumbent and dishabille the illusion of chivalry persists into mid-morning, slightly ante-bruncheon, climaxing with a most unpunctilious proclamation: Thou droning whoreson baggage!