joggle i think will do it although the glad
monosyllable jounce possibly can tell
better how the balloons move(as
her ghost lurks,a Beau Brummel sticking in its three-

cornered always moist mouth)—jazz,
for whose twitching lips,between you and me
almost succeeds while toddle rings the bell.
But if her tall corpsecoloured body seat
itself(with the uncouth habitual dull
jerk at garters)there’s no sharpest neat
word for the thing.
Her voice?
greusome:a trull
leaps from the lungs “gimme uh swell fite

like up ter yknow,Rektuz,Toysday nite;
where uh guy gets gayn troze uh lobstersalad