The Feeble of the Who's

OONCE there was a poorflosser of Angleish Littlesure who was axed to deliver a spleach. Ass a proflexor of Flattershure he was at a loose for high-dears. All he was used to undoing was to dequiver a lacksure. And his hawdiunce was exhumausted from laxatures. So, instead of deflouring a squeach, the profluxor inwented a Feeble. It was nomenhated the Feeble of the Who’s and the Guilden Yeggs.

Ownce upon a teem there was a Who’s, whose nom was Ray’s On. The Who’s had a whom and the whome had a he and the he had an Aristable. The Who’s had a raisonable stall in the Aristable. In the rayonable stall in the whome of the Aristable the Who’s laid guilden Yeggs. A Yegg for breathing, a yegg for thrinking, a yegg for leeving. And for trying: one half Yegg.

The Who’s lived yappy for umps and umps of years, laying a Yegg for brathing, a Yegg for brinking, a Yegg for loofing. And for trying: one half Yegg. And the he in the whome in the Aristable sold the Yeggs to polets and plainters and philandosophers and to pleable of hall sots and unkinds.

And the Who’s lived yappy, flaying his Yeggs, for in one stall next him was a plihg, and in one stall flext him was a brird. And the Who’s, as he flayed his Yeggs, would say: ‘Half a plihg, and prart a blurred, what a royanable Who’s am high!’ And he played his Yeggs; a Yegg for broothing, a Yegg for clinking, a Yegg for loaving. And for trying: one half Yegg.

So he looved and brothered and clank and almost tried, in the Aristable.

But one questing day there came a Roos, O a Roos. The next questing day there came a Froy, dam! a Froy. And there blimped behind the roos a Dew John Dooy with the Floy, Floy. And the Roos and the Floy and the limping DooJohn said to the he who honed the Who’s in the Aristable: ‘Why do you keep that rayonable Who’s?’ ‘Get the Yeggs direct!’ said the Roos. ‘Still the Who’s for the Yeggs!’ said the Froy. ‘Froyd Yeggs for me!’ said the Doojohn.

And they yalked and yolked and balked and neighsed to the he who yawned the whom of the Who’s in the Aristable.

Then the Who’s played a guilden Yegg, for loofing.

‘ How queasy it comes! ‘ said the RoosO. ‘How teasy it homes!’ said the Froydam. ‘How pleasy it sooms!’ said the Doojohn.

And the Doojohn, the Floy and the Roos all plied: ‘Give us a Yegg without the Who’s!’

The he who honed the Who’s in the Aristable replared: ‘This Who’s is rayonable, this is a raisinable Who’s, half plihg, half blurred; he kneads deflection and phlyme to propear his Yeggs.’

The Roos and the Floy and the Doojohn said, ‘Ho! No! Thairs plots of Yeggs henside. Hready plade. Spill the Who’s, and get the Yeggs diarrhect! Take him oot and skill him!’

And the he was convlinced and he led the Who’s out of the Aristable. And he took a crazor and sluiced the whomb of the Who’s, to get the guilden Yeggs direct. But he only found half a Yegg; for the Who’s had dried.

And the Roos and the Froy and the blimping Doojohn were smangry and gestroyed the Aristable. The he who honed their, was left to the holpen air.

Which is the end of the Feeble.