High-pitched Battle Sequins

Flapping in the wind,
orange rind sun setting over shangri-la,
fa, a long long way to settle a score over a barrel of nutmeg.

Pale-face, I come for the tom toms and the jerry rigged periscope.
The pirates failed to claim them, ergo, thus hence, betwixt I and the Midianites it shall be shared.
Glazed pottery is on the market, carnage and salsa on the menu no more.

Warcraft, May-basted taters.
Laser Floyd.
Haematoma.

Feel-up for fealty, buck-o-nine.
How do you generate a market craze? simple.
cripple the five-dollar bill-teat.