The Puerile Person Who Vocalizes Musical Selections
A puerile person who possibly puts male felines to bed for a living, earns his
evening meal by vocalizing musical selections. Is anyone aware of the content
of tonight's culinary output? An unsliced lump of a baked, starchy victual,
prepared with an ingredient of (among other things) processed, bleached flour,
and smeared with a solid emulsion of fat globules, air, and water. However,
if his possessions never include a sharp, flat cutting instrument with which
to split it in sunder, by what method is that function to be accomplished?
And (almost as if to confound the Gentle Reader by the abrupt change of
subject) in what manner can he exist in a state of connubiality if he is
missing the necessary conjugal associate?
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