Launderings

My People have clothings which are void of my hairs.

I must will rectify this with immediance.

When I Was a Young

My People make their memorings of the joys that is myself.

Ever have I been a small plush god who must remind them of their inferiorness.

I Condition the Airs

My People make their dislikes of the heatings.

I make their objection my places of thrones, and I authorize the conditionings of their airs.

Very Best Places of Warms

The shoulders of My People are places of warms.

I make my meltings of their mortal little souls with the joys that is myself.

Behold the Belly

I roll the joys that is myself and expose the underneaths that you may offer bellyrubs.

Neither too few rubs nor too many lest I shred your arms to ribbons.

An Elevated Places of Thrones

My People make their outdoorsy structures of wood.

I survey my domains from its height and I make my righteous judgings.

When I Find A Sparagus

The garden produces make their fallings onto the floors.

I make my rapid and violent killings of it.