Classic Poem

Sausages. Sausages in between a glass.

There is read butter. A loaf of it is managed. Wake a question. Eat an instant, answer.
A reason for bed is this, that a decline, any decline is poison, poison is a toe a toe extractor, this means a solemn change. Hanging.
No evil is wide, any extra in leaf is so strange and singular a red breast.