About

About? Without a doubt without an about is like shouting at a trout about trout clout, bout after bout, sprouting the lout trout to fallout and move out of his hideout-whereabouts, devout though he is to his dugout-hangout covered in stout coloured grout, I sew doubt into the pout-faced trout suffering from gout after too much sauerkraut. I shoutout from the rooftop “Trout, here me out. I can’t do without your pescatarian snout, your adversarial rout, your misdoubt throughout our bout and open flout of my stakeout, but I’m worn-out so drop out and get out, move out and shift out before your knocked out and pass out from my left hook and cry out “about… about… about?”