Fell in again

[Joseph Tracy]

following the fine rarity and exemplarity of 2 Bekahs, one realated by blood and one by book, I started reading Joyce again again 
I got inspired what with the wordy darty druids and witty  oned rings whiling white as snow  around the wee wood hut , and wood in the stove and all.  So as long as the Bushmills Black seems  half fuller than MTV  I thought I'd mistook Some Wakeful jiminy puzzlements  and pizzle monts and tryagain some Finnegan.  

It bends the brain but pleasantly and  and I'm a slow learner but speedier as I wake.    To put it plain I get butt a bit,   but sure  there's some funny bones buried but peeping with high hilarity in this hill  of skeletons. Hear a legendary clavicle, their a toothsome skull sculling along in a well-skinned coracle.  And I too am unbored for as long as I lass with  the wind.