When there's a lot to do

When there's a lot to do, think of the possibility of betrayal as (ah!) way to get out your judgments and wonder, draw a bead on (ah!) mended Eden and bow to, redden the unhewn mind and unwind invaded drawbridge meander, an unwooed thin heroine anyone?  If Judas had clogged papist writing as long, a toiling mule bestir a Utopian secretion of eel.  Judas hiked a whoring ditch, tow fit baton.  A banjo enkindled my despond, 'tis known did putty woo.  He stowed a druid outfit in his pawned hogshead, so to meat weft.  The voyage to savanna went well to start then, idiocy amidships Buddha's Sunday you vow.  Would hoot you chose wet stingy heaps, involved a tawdry savant in thy unabated sadism …  We vomited, et epiphany, et voodooism, et Friday, at having stolen the children from a twee bayonet poet.  The author embedded hisself in this very silent bit, grafting the flow to the hatching vagrant drool he honeyed, raw oaf.  Jove dumbly drove a naked nymph to a Saturday weenie roast feast, ah, idled bet.  It's a mindful daydream, this urge to yelp as I was dandled on thee, arm of my mama, and beheld thee, oily surface of a reptile pond at twilight, divinely thrilled at a birchen shutter he edit.  She, a suburban bombshell, wielded a Latinity, wittiest mounding her unhatched toilette, O tint.  O, that a Catalan madwoman tore my filigreed gout trousers off in a riddling fit, her mouth asking "Did I, O Adam, dwell in a wetted omelet, O sweetbread?"  Novelty at an early age padded my decisive temperament with boyish fibs, Cherokee demigod of the plains who voiced (damnation!) a teensy whine.  Wise handmaid mewled "How he here French deity!"  Nubbly homework decode my outworn test, ideate as larva of a botched whole shut.