6 FLOWER NAMES WHAT MAKES A RUDE SENTENCE TOGETHER

AND THEN I USES THEM IN A RUDE SENTENCE

1. Cockscorn
2. Scabiosa
3. Mum
4. Snapdragon
5. Sweet Pea
6. Star Gazer Lily

 

STAR GAZER LILY sayed, come 'ere, SWEET PEA; but I tole her if you thinks you is gonna get that SCABIOSA SNAPDRAGON a yours anywheres near my COCKSCORN, I's tellin' your MUM.

So I eated Momma's bedspread today and now it bees my bedspread acause I wrecked it so bad. I tole Momma it beed a accident, but she just kept sayin', GIT, GEORGE, GIT! And all's I been doin' was tryin' to help her pick up alla white stuff. Then she sayed, oh, George, why you gotta be such a MORON. Which, that was very wrong a her to say that. I ain't a moron. I's a Boxer. She even bees the one what tole me that. Now I gots to hopes I gets a new blanket for Christmas.

I beed kidnapped today. True. I just been havin' a nice little jaunt when I seed a man what looked like Police, and he beed callin', Here, Pooch! Here, Pooch! So I comed here acause I thunk I could help him find Pooch. Afore I knowed who's what, I beed flinged into the back of a van, and the bad man sayed, don't worry, boy, I's with the Human Society; we's gonna find your Momma. Lie. Momma weren't even lost, she beed sleepin'. He took me to his clubhouse what had all kinda kidnap animals locked up like a jail. Momma only sayed, fifty dollars bees a lotta money, George. (I guess she paid the ransom.) I doesn't know why she gots to be mad. She oughta call the real Police on them kidnappers. And somebody needs to warn Pooch real quick; he bees the one they's lookin'for.

Hell-o. I-bees-George-the-ro-bot-box-er-dog. Mo-mma-bees-mad-to-me-a-cause-I-used-up-all-a-tin-foil. Which-that-weren't-not-a-waste. She-sayed-sit-down-you-bad-boy. But-ev-er-since-I-beed-a-ro-bot-I-can't-sit-no-more-a-cause-my-legs-won't-fold-up. Mo-mma-sayed-this-don't-be-fun-ny-what-so-all-George. I-thunk-it-beed.

2 SETS A POETISH WORDS WHAT GOES TOGETHER

VERY NICE

AND THEN I USES THEM ALL IN ONE SENTENCE

1. Frumpy and Grumpy
2. Limpy and Gimpy

 

I sayed, hey Clive, look on that FRUMPY GRUMPY GIMPY ole girl walkin' LIMPY LIMPY over there; and Clive bited me acause it beed his Momma.

Ever sometimes Momma does broomin' on me and she brushes my furs all shiny smart. She says it belaxes me. 'Cept for today she brung out a baby broom and sticked it in my mouth and beed scratchin' away on my teeths. Which, that weren't belaxing at all. And, plus, my teeths ain't itchy. Hold still, George, she sayed, or else yous teeths is all gonna fall out like Grammy's done. Does you wannna hafta keep yous teeths in a water dish, too? I thunk that might not be so bad. A least she could broom on 'em any ole time and leave me alone.

Guess what I made Momma soo happy today acause she sayed, come, Georgie; and I comed right away smart, just like that! Her face blowed up all smiley and then she sayed, well, Georgie, roll me in sugar and call me a Jelly-Tot. Which, that bees disgustin'. Why in carnation would anybody wanna roll my big ole Momma in sugar for? And Jelly-Tots bees little dots. I been shakin' and shakin' my head tryin' to get these horrible pictures to fall out; but they's sticked in there real good. I's prawly gonna have nightmares tonight.