Whad ees the Wooman doeen' arn my roop?
My keengdarm ob blacktar roops an' cheemnees and satellite deeshes. My roop ees the seelber worn.
The libe ob a cad. Dayeen, dayoud.
Why can' I focus arn these flowers?
Eef you wan' to see eensi'e my mine', pleease go to Beence's Blarg where he reeally captures my feeleen's. Yes, I mean, Si. I hab feeleen's.
Eed was esshausteen'...Ebery nighd the Wooman came home an' was eghstra nice to me an' peeghed me orp an' said, I lorf you Estorbo. An' I said, Feed me, then we can cordle, OK? OK, she said.
The wherethere has been' goo' apar' frarm some rainy days, so ad nigh' I hab been bag arn the rooftarps honteen'-honteen' bod nard cadgeen' anytheen' yed. Bod I weell, I weell.
The Wooman has prarmeesed to plant por me some more drorgs, because she say I cannard ead the drargs we hab now because they hab preedy flowers. Porque? I say, thad ees the bes' par'! No, she say, we weell carmpromise (whad ees thad, ees beegword, I nebber wen' to school), and she weel onplant the stoopeed salad bar whad nobody eads an' plant some more goo' theengs thad cads an' people can ead. Lighe small cheeckens, I ask hopefully? She roll' hor eyes...Estorbo, she says, you hab a onetragh mine'. You can talgh, I say, Whad time ob day do you star' theenkeen' abou' deener? Eef you wor a cad you woul' maghe me loogh como un lighweighd! Are you sayeen' I yam fad, cad? she ask', dangerously.
I star' to wash behine' my ears... lalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaa.