Tuskus and the Pollywog Trolley

"Sweet buttons, honk your horn and that'll be your cue to swash your garments in the basin with the ladle as rotten eggs cook in the cradle. Cigar smoking moose musk. Sour snout nosed farrier on marigold bulb scaffolding. Turpentine tinkle and ivory thimble", bellowed a cello playing walrus  while riding in a roasted crocus pollywog trolley. The cello buckles and from the unsavory brute force exerted upon it's spruce hull. "That's no lullaby if I ever heard one" observed the casual pollywog spectator. An aristocratic pollywog expressed her contempt, "Well I never! He's making a spectacle of himself if I ever saw one". "My colleagues from college call me Tuskus and you'll never know my real name as long as you're in these parts!" He barked out in response to the disgruntled amphibians riding along all the while. "Oh the nerve of it all, if he breaks that cello I just know I'll become all nervous and bothered" thought the casual pollywog. Just then a pregnant cow made herself visible. "Well I'm pregnant, therefore I'm more entitled than the lot of you!" she exclaimed in a panic. "If my calf fetus comes within an ears width of those unruly atonal intervals it'll upset the natural order of mother and child!" "Oh Poppycock substance and boulder dash circumcisions, that's just superstition" said the Walrus, and he proceeded to get on with his cello recital. "That's the last strawberry, now to engage my manic Buckingham Bronchitis recital!",said the pregnant cow. "What's that about broccoli?" asked the pollywog conductor. "We like broccoli but it conflicts with the natural order to permit two simultaneous recitals", he said. "Too many restrictions and communion guidelines", said the Walrus. "Why just despite you, I wish I may I wish I might not be present in church tonight!" and with that he abandoned the pollywog trolley.