Given: Oatmeal = Regularity

Moustache picketers protest the retired comely words, “knitted lattice filters of prose.” Meanwhile housekeepers playing doctor find a way to use metal smithing to distract those with frost bitten unbelief in art. As for the rowdy legless inmate, he remains belittled. The ogre carries his juicer and as he bounds after Shorty on his nimble donkey he giggles. Most everyone else enjoys instant coffee and condensed soup while filling in bingos on blank pages. Uncle Timber and Aunt Eraser ruminate a call to riot and release raging espresso proven to entertain even Solomon. But they’ve all forgotten what I remember: socks are simple natural filters.