Scrantop got Manny
**Scrantop sad along the railroad tracks. Sigh aloud aloof alone. Tin cans atop a dresser cove.**
Tuna cots in tourniquets away the sailor’s wail.
Slimey-bye my slipper boat unto the alondale–
a whoosh a wail a lizard’s tail, a wash the wides the ne’er do well,
afore the door and on a pose, a kingdom come up muffin nose.
To where betide a blowfer goes. That fun a gun
Scrantop soft among the briffer weeds and hards along the gruff.
Scrantop got Manny budder bye, but
Manny ne’er enough.