as in, ‘**************’
. Fowl Language Prohibited
."Squwark! Squawaaaaarrkk!! Squwark
!" rejoined tongueless Schkree
in response to
Nabokov’s obdurate disposition
. Nabokov flailed his
workman, Manuel Laber
with a hot
, demeaning, excoriating diatribe
. Manuel loved it
when Nabokov forgot
that thingumajig, whatchamacallit
whatever it is
, for crocheting his
crotchety old mother’s
kinky crotchless knickers
.
Meanwhile, while Manuel
whittled wooden whistles
, whistling whilst whittling