Tears betwixt tall treasons

Can catnip keep cats hip?

Horse hooves hop whose hope has hastily strewn

Across an angled ankles' ache, an "A" for effort far too late

For fathers forsake for fear forwarded focsles fraught with fractured empty

Gripped gold for good goals, grain-fed gains garner gems grown in vain gentries

The wood's whole would swole warped waters what daughters want with goods stole

Mounted moles make mold mounds creak in slow sounds

Sewn and bound thick stitches added just to stick

Sick, malicious, stricken with skipped switches, sentenced to dig ditches in the name of sipped spirits

Bleak blasts bellow below blown bloodlettings black balloons belonging betwixt blinded blue settings.