So we can sin:How not to learn English

 

Sadder than a  set  trifle with Carnation milk would be in Bloomsbury
I made it  big  from the sins of my  briefs.Amongst other undies,sundries and blunders.
 My hat  is made of old money and old rope.
Impale that gin so we can sin.
I,inane,   wish for beauty ‘ere I die
I made a brake for  my mind

My mind needs a mini-break

Make a long story  taut by editing and deleting 97 per cent
They made a mountain out of a coal hill and we got Abergavan
Make ends meet: Sew them together

Make lens suit: press your eyes.

Dry your eyes and press them nearly

You can make heads or tails of tadpoles into soup
I make like a  flea and leave a bite
We make no bones about it.It’s a corset.
Make or break this marriage: come to bed,my beloved.The sheets need changing as the Rorsach blots are boring.
He makes out like I planned it myself.
I make the Sadean protean and the  signifier  phallic , implying the edge of language is near and the Fall is clear.Oh,dear.
We make tracks in the sand.In the dessert,in fact.
Why makeup when arguing is free?
 Don’t make  the suave pay for that U
Make your move by collapsing all choices
 The new kettle makes my blood boil but  he prefers tea