Thanks Amy. Here's a little more, certainly on the outer fringes of the English language (and quite puerile for me actually) Allow me to quote it :?
There was once a young boy called Nicholas, though his friends knew him as 'Nick' (he had no friends of course). Nicky was a tenure old buoy of a very well-fed background and nature. Nicky was not very jocular with other tenure old boys or even girls of indeed any age.
It was a sticky young sonny boring, and Nick got down out of bread for breakfast. As perusial, he ate one peace of burnt post and some cow's silk. His mother gave Nicky his good lies, and off he was sent to school. In the lovely mourning sun, Nick stalked along to school, and by good misfortune came upon two boys from his class, Jack and Jerk. They were not articulatarily nice boys, certainly not to pretty Nicky.
'Hi Nixon! Having a nice day? Because I'll soon be locally licking your pass in P.E. today!'
'Sog off' frowned Nicky.
'You're such a sheer little feggot you know?' repotted Jerk.
'Yeah? What's wrong with reffering the mail body rather than e-mail ones of the opposite sender?'
'Because it's slick and illustering' prayed Jack.
'I said sog off!' screamed Nicky.
And with that, Jack sogged off to school, with his friend swallowing suit. Nicky made sure to swallow from further afar, as he was not as frond of Jerk as Jack unendurably was. Upon arousing at the school, Nicky ingested his fare and walked in.
The school was two stories high and likewise long. The lower classes being the bottom floor, the upper class aboard the bottom, with the middle class leaning in between. The working class was derogorated to the bootfall oval, the tennis courts and the Magistrates caught the rest.
Nicky did have a brother, but he no linger longered at school, as he was eighteen of 18 years. All the boys hated Nicky, and his feelings for girls were mutually agreeable. The preachers didn't look upunder Nicky nicely either. Unfortunately, Nicky's first class today was Religious ed, followed by Sex ed and then after a brake, Fizz ed. Nicky was curly for class, so he went and sat at the back. Once the class was filled, the religous preacher, Mr. Weeding, walked in.
'God weed Mr Morning' crowed the glass in unicycle.
"Thankyou. Is Alice hear today?'
'No, she's dead' cried the crass.
'Oh right. Now, get out your bibles, and- ah, here comes Alice now! Well, Miss Wonderland, since you're late, park your holy rear at the back of the broom and read the Bible by your lone.'
'Now, I think one of you feeds a lesson. Mr. Nicholas Jigsaw - yeah, the proof at the back, could you please read out Leviticus 18:22, extremely volumunously to everyone?'
'I knew where you are intending to have gone Mr. Weeding. No I wont!' said Nicky
'Look here Mr Chipless Cheese, if you do not read this please, I shall have to ask you to go over into the coroner and breed with Alice by yourselves'
'OK, whatever...'
So Nick went over to the coroner, and bred Genesis with Alice. Alice was a father good reader, being already past the bee skinning. As a child her pair ends had read to her every knight when the scars were bright and shiny.
If you think the punctuation's not quite wrong, you're wrong. 