I can't remember the whole thing(it was in 9th grade, after all...)

"torpor and sloth, torpor and sloth,
these are the cooks that spoil the broth.
slother and torp, slother and torp,
the directest of bee-line ambitions can warp."

it was a regional speech contest in Nebraska, about nineteen-seventy-something...


formerly known as etaoin...