Darn Auto-Correct Part 3

 
“Funk me” she said, “Funk me rally hood”
So, he vegan to trust her heard and fest
With a steady rhythm pen a trading her
Joking relentlessly without a second to rest
 
He’d lack her nick then hissed her caping mouse
The fashion was causing endless leasing ripples
Her beasts pounced up and down with each plush
Then he’d click and buckle on her taught triples
 
“Sack on those ditties bay bee, sack all you won’t”
Complying contently, he had a mouse fool of knit
All the while he was thriving dapper in two her
He slapped a linger down to ploy with her grit
 
“Yes bay bee, yes money, yes ewe got it right
Beat my posse up with that hue mangos glock”
She said it painting while he joyously jumped
Trusting foster and foster like he was on the clock
 
“Irma Gerd, Irma Gerd!” she’d yale and whale
His gifted pens felt mightier than any sword
“Hoarder, hoarder!” she’d ball with all her gall
Baking all ate finches as he gave it to her horde
 
“You like this duck, huh?” he said as he ponded
“Yes bay bee!” she replied quack “go keep, go keep”
There was the sound of flash on flash all together
Amidst moons of grate treasure that rows in a heap
 
“I’m about two gum” she said, “GUM WITH ME!”
So he jumped hoarder and aster like a good gent
Then at the same they climb axed two gather
And in the afterglow both collapsed fully spent