Mowed grass is clean grass, owned grass, not unruly class antagonistic grass,
Mowed grass, wow grass, not crass, for mowed grass is elite grass,
Dirty shirt is not pretty shirt, for sweat stinks, and yellow ranks low,
Lower than white, white collar with no ring around the collar, a scholar’s shirt, wearer of which girls will flirt, girls who wear glasses, though of these girls, no one, but perhaps scholars, will make passes.
Is the belly button clean, and from its questionable moral character, what can we glean?
A rolling belly button gathers no lint, or no moral splinter, as it recommends disaster, translated back to the master, the connection with mother.
The mother, associated with the ocean, supports a scuba diver, a fetus, swimming in her womb, which is clean, except for placenta, and placid, except when she is pounded, by thunder from above.
From above the dome of her belly, also bearing a belly button, comes a clamor of belly, belly, thundering belly, also of belly button adorned, chatter and clatter,
Thank God you don’t have any bones and your cranium consists of continents still separated by continental drift.
Spam of Human Affection 
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