52 & 53) Nebraska Novel

Chapter One.
While Coby put his denim jacket on, Lanna rolled her coveralls
and handed them to Wyatt, who put them on the seat of the tractor.
Then the thub skelled and the frobbies wackled up shorfing
over the brown water. Coby glanced his hat and wiped his belt
and folded his brows and blew his cuffs. "Yeah, Coby," said Lanna,
with a smishing of her dark dables.
Wyatt hopped into the tractor, beside her coveralls and the janker.
He handed the janker to Coby who handed it to Lanna.
Then she placed her hand on his hand on the janker.
Wyatt watched from the corner of his crinkle.
And the wind cheffed over the brown water.

Chapter Two.
Coby woke with his denims grunked on the cold wood floor
and his arm polgoed over Lanna's bresh. Outside, Wyatt whistled
while he poured oil into the tractor. "Shap dolly day,
grass on the dray, will you put the puddin' on, wish I may"
was what Wyatt sang in the creeling light of the molehumped yard.
Lanna woke and said "Yeah, you, Coby"
and the frobbies began their droomatious shorfing again.

Chapter Three.
The tractor fregged a little and medged a good bit
but soon Wyatt was jouncing along the road
past the long reaches of brown water. The road was dirt
and dirt the road and this was all like it was. It was
like so. Then Wyatt stretched for Coby and yanked him up
to the tractor seat and Lanna came flammering
and hoikled right up beside them. Coby took off his denim jacket
in the crispy sunshine and he handed it to Wyatt.
Wyatt handed it back. Lanna took it and rolled it up
inside her coveralls. It made a lump and Coby's stump made a thump
as they passed over a hump near the brown pump
while Lanna's dables kept on smishing darkly.

Chapter Four.
Oh the land was big, and wet and dry. The land is huge and a whopper the sky
and the smibnibs are eternal. Big was the land
and they knew it in the pulchy cribs of their orgs,
as the thub skelled, with a crimshinsky noise,
and the wind cheffed briskly over the brown water.

---Mark Halliday