The Day of Mirandous Sarmassation

The fleshing into forwandering into the northward syte of druery 
Garred; my bassing into carnation firked then a wayward fact of luxury. 

Sans victuals cockshut passed in slumber; in brumal greking in a farer's chamber 
thy witch's boot my leg sned did render, ere the first fey morn of a black September