Singing or whooping into one’s hat is like shooting for triumph.
Otherwise, sung language has an agile vegan sexuality.

Whew! I’ve been chewing to onne side, mentioned a lot by 3rd parties (dental folk).

Others to the side, hanging out in unusual white corridors
Suggesting we’re still trembling, owing to
The chew off, whooping a rabbit out of my hat —

A Pythagorean hat torn all over, everywhere there is a beginning
As well as an end — can’t fix it.