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ARISTOCRAPALITY #Tomfoolery

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==========☕🎩🍰========== Made for #Tomfoolery. Check the link for more details. https://suno.com/playlist/ee4f5b81-7a98-41c1-874c-a0981b9af536 ==========☕🎩🍰========== Good evenin, good evenin what a most sumptuary do such exquisical company... and errr... the rest of yuz too A resplendous assembly! Such pedigree on show do carry on your versifyin one's just... passin through @thebadfatler A toast to our host! "Call me Bob," says the peer how magnanimonious droppin' down to us here One does admire a nobility this... reachable a crest worn so loose it's practically detachable I don't know half these words, gents but I sez 'em with flair and nobody checks a topper who's got confidence to spare. I ain't got the vowels and I ain't got the blood just a topper, a swagger, and a mouthful of mud But I sez it all posh and I sez it all sure and a confident fraud, gents... walks straight through the door. @swedishpish5 Now Pish: and I says this with the upmost cordiality you're too gifted, good sir, for this aristocrapality You concoctify strange 'uns whole channels of the damned a most spectraculous telly what never even ran. Everyone's dressed-up fraudulacious you went and built the set so why you all cravatinated with this powdered-up quartet? @undeadchickens And them chickens,how audacious! A karyokey parade, a duplicatimacation of a bit already made. I shan't be discourteousome... well. A smidge. A tad You pilfrimonied a pilfer, chums Which is really rather sad I ain't got the vowels and I ain't got the blood just a topper, a swagger, and a mouthful of mud But I sez it all posh and I sez it all sure and a confident fraud, gents... walks straight through the door. @toocutetocomply Them two at the tea-table surgeonly, superbaceous they unstitchify a gentleman, most politeaciously. I ain't got the vocabulary... is it "deft"? Is it "grand"? So I doff me nicked topper and I quietudinal stand. @amano4332 Then the vampire, most ancientous, a title centuries old never picked a latch in her life; just inheritudinal gold Bequeathulated the whole crypt, three centuries deep reads every phizzographic face... but never the ones what sweep That's me, love: the sweepitude, the chap you never see so the manor got lightsome... and you never inventoried me I ain't got the vowels and I ain't got the blood just a topper, a swagger, and a mouthful of mud But I sez it all posh and I sez it all sure and a confident fraud, gents... walks straight through the door. So I'm pocketificatin' the whole resplendous spread the bon-mots, the coupletry, the fancy-posh thread Had Bob's every barial in hand, had the lot then I clocks, at the bottomry, a most nefarious jot: "All rights reserved" pronouncified right there, not the tune, just the textual... and the text wouldn't share. I'd unlatchified the manor... every drawer, every door but that footer? Unpilferable. Never seen that before. You self-copyrightified, you clever old elf the one artickle tonight I had to leave on the shelf. I ain't got the vowels and I ain't got the blood but I've got your whole act and I'm gone for good Said it all posh, said it all sure and a confident fraud, gents... walks back out the door. Good evenin', sir Pish... Good evenin', sir Bob Smashin' little knees-up. Sorry 'bout the rob. Charmed, I'm sure, one really must... ...ah, sod the voice. Cheers, lads. I'm off. Ta-ra.