Mood's mode!
     Pallas, I won!
     (Diaper pane, sold entire.)
     Melt till ever sere, hide it.
     Drown a more vile note;
     (Tar of rennet.)
     Ah, trowel, baton, eras ago.
     The reward? A "nisi." Two nag.
     Otary tastes putrid, yam was green.
     Odes up and on; stare we.
     Rats nod. Nap used one-erg saw.
     (May dirt upset satyr?)
     A toga now; 'tis in a drawer, eh?
     Togas are notable.
     (Worth a tenner for Ate`.)
     Tone liver. O Man, word-tied I.
     Here's revel!
     Little merit, Ned? Lose, Nap?
     Repaid now is all apedom's doom.