It was bound to astound, in fact I was spellbound by the sound of my hound found eating a 1 pound mound of ground round. It should’a been browned by the renowned clown, riding southbound on a stormbound greyhound, previously icebound near the merry-go-round at the local fairground. It continues to confound and dumbfound even those who propound a turnaround, near the compound, for fear my foxhound is a hellhound.

1999 ZFC