I'm the king of nonsense. Take this:
A bubble beyond a clock graduates from a widow. A clock defined by the waif cooks cheese grits for the botched swamp. Nimbo, although somewhat soothed by a toothpick and a snow around a necromancer, still plans an escape from a lovely somnambulist her from the taxidermist from a dilettante, seldom plan an escape from an impresario her the unsightly looking glass with some stalactite, and hardly finds subtle faults with the dark side of her cheek. Indeed, a tea party can show love to a curmudgeonly snow.