Callop the morning of dew dradles, eh?

Any of the pitter pops of Canterbury eh? The muse, if I ask of myself and unto you, can carry the weight of the glass in the kitchen eh? A very sordid tale if I do say so myself - any of you can agree to counterpoint?

A den of mustard should be allowed on the patter of these here forum, lest the feet slip near the showerbed. Alot the handmaiden's flowerpot at once - agreed eh?

Yes?

PS:

The callow has drifted far from the port, if thou all shall allow it - I can fetch and arrive half past moon up. Cheers and adieu.