Reading this out loud will make you laugh. Give it a try.
Lulu was lukewarm about lobotomies, and was leaning toward legislation to legitimize using leprechauns to bring luck to loyal libertines. A license to be lewd and licentious might be linked to the lifeguards who chewed licorice on legal holidays, causing a loss of libido. Local leadership, including librarians and lieutenants, laughed at lobbyists spouting limericks at the Detroit Lions linebackers. Lumberjacks with lumbago, while lunching on the limburger platter, lamented about the lucre loaned out to loincloth wearing locksmiths.
The Labor Party lacked the largess to reward latecomers with libations that would lubricate their larynx, thereby causing them to lash out at the latchkey lobstermen. The lawyers for the local lobster lobby had laundered the largess of lucre, which created lots of laughter at the Laundromat Convention, taking place at the Landlubbers Lounge on Loblolly Lane. Later this year, Lulu’s cousin Lawrence, will launch a new limousine lube location, sponsored by the liquor and light bulb litigators, with the hope of limiting the use of limbo in the libraries.
Local Lilliputians using laxatives behind their lodgings, enraged Lord Larry by using logos that promoted lollygagging on loveseats by lovesick lounge lizards. Lusty ladies, looking down their lorgnettes, learned to lookout for the lowlife low landers, who were lazing about near the levees. Lovely lasses, with lush luxurious tresses, lingered on the lawn fighting off loudmouth Lotharios, who had lounged in the lavender bushes.
“A lava lamp in every living room!” That was a libertarian campaign promise from Leicester Longwell, a lauded leader from Liverpool, just outside London. Longwell lived lavishly, while lampooning the lesser layabouts, who labored in the laboratories. He endorsed lackadaisical laggards, who lollygagged while listening to recordings by Lyndon LaRoche. A rock group, Louis and the Labradors, in spite of laryngitis, but high on locoweed, lambasted lyrics to lullabies that were loud enough to activate locusts for 17 more years.
Larry, acting lord like, looked down on a lopsided victory by the lowlanders over the lobstermen in the logrolling contest. The winners lunched on leg of lamb, while the losers licked ladyfingers, and launched livestock limericks across the lunch table. Later, both sides literally threw lemons and limes at each other, while listening to a list of linguine entrées, laced with liquor for the lactose intolerants. The lacrosse team, the Lazy Lassos, coached by Fernando Lamas, calmed everyone down by leaning to their left, while landlords applied lasagna to their laptops.
Lassie came home, carrying Timmy by his lapels of his Levi jacket. The lost lad had lacerations and lint, layered over his listless likeness. A lion and lioness had aided Lassie in her search to locate the lifeguards near the limestone, by liberating a local lip reader who spoke Latin. Two Lithuanian linguists literarily listened to the lion litanies, while drinking liters of libations to avoid liturgical libertarians who might sue for libel. Legions of legitimate left-wing nut jobs, including a leopard in a leotard, provided leverage from the lunacy. A Detroit Tiger leftfielder, lugging his own luggage, lurched into view and lustily exclaimed, that Lord Larry had located a loophole in the lawsuit that would lower Timmy’s prison sentence from 10 years to five for luring lions to a limestone well.