Identities go in the you-are ewer. Shovel unrequited love into the sigh-low silo. When it turns to utter apathy, move it to the gray-nary granary. Keep feminist aspirations on ice in the frees-her freezer. Classical nightingales go in the jug jugs.
Intestines are beginning to overflow the gut hut, so be sure to pack each innard in hard.
Just shove elbows and knees anywhere in the joint joint. Discard venereal diseases in the private pariah-vat. Ducts go in that vas vase. Whenever you add a hemorrhoid to that pile pile, Make a note of it in the anal annals. If you have to spit, aim at the ptui etui.