Some enchanted weaving

Here we go round the jumbly crush
The big ship wailed through the bally,bally woe.
He stuck in his bum.
Little knack born here.
Twittering heights.
Jane Heard.
Middlerun.
Great exasperations.
Oliver whizzed.
Hard Rhymes
Martin puzzled wits.
Do you want to eye ball?
Nuts in May,crackers by Xmas.
Far from the saddening crowds.
King Beer.
The clean dirt of Hardy.
A midsummer night’s theme
The themes of the quantitive.
Come now and love me one more time.
She fell out with his arms
Some enchanted weaving
Scarlet hip bones
God didn’t make those little green nipples
If I live to be a blunder
The green,green Mass of Rome
Hail spurious quaint hat trick
Evening prayers said after acid trips Vicar into air balloon