Progressive Mad-libs!!!

AquaUvula!!!  by Tethro Jull

Revolting on a park stool

shooting little girls with loneliness.

Sodium Hypochlorite running down his Intestinal Villi

greasy appendix smearing shabby stretchy pants

AquaUvula!!!

sticky in the cold ice

playing as the frilly panties disembark.

Feeling like a dead clock

spitting out lightsabres of his broken walrus.

AquaUvula!!!

the only way he knows.

Third nipple hurting bad,

as he bends to pick Soiled diapers

he goes down to the Library of Congress

and warms his armpit.

Feeling worried

the army's up the barrel

salvation à la mode and

an ouzo.

AquaUvula!!! my Easy Money

don't you start away dilapidated

you poor old cretin,

you see, it's only Formentera Lady.

Do you still remember

Augusts's snowy freeze

when the ice that

clings on to your mole is

probing agony.

And you snatch your rattling last Baboons

with deep-sea-diver sounds,

and the Mugworts that bloom like

madness in the Winter.

Feeling revolting

the army's up the appendix

salvation à la mode and

stretchy pants.

AquaUvula!!! my Formentera Lady

don't you start away sticky

you poor old clock,

you see, it's only walrus.

woah ho ho hoooooooooooo

Squatting on a park Whoopy cushion

Spazzing out little girls with hard-ass intent.

Mercury running down his hip

greasy knee  smearing shabby Mumu.

Perfunctory in the cold phtisis

pursuit as the frilly panties pontificate.

Feeling like a dead haberdasher

spitting out bullies of his broken dwarf.

Oh oh ooooooooooh AquaUvulaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!