Take a text.  Run it through this.

Enjoy. (With thanks to Tony Williams.)

N+0
I’m writing speeches for my father’s wake,
deciding how I’ll hold my hands and head
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grief with no mistakes.
I will not turn away when strangers break
my spine in crushing hugs, attempt to thread
their fingers through my own. I will not dread
their platitudes or pity but will make
myself a smiling puppet. Casseroles
will bring me solace. I will never cry
in public nor permit my hands to tremble,
nor fuss when dripping calla lily bowls
leave lasting rings on the piano. I
shall be as still as that man I resemble.

N+1
I’m writing speeds for my father-in-law’s walkabout,
deciding how I’ll hold my handbags and headache
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grievance with no mistresses.
I will not turn away when strangleholds breakage
my spinet in crushing hulks, attendance to threat
their fingermarks through my own. I will not dream
their platoons or pivot but will make
myself a smiling puppeteer. Cassettes
will bring me solace. I will never crypt
in publican nor permutation my handbags to tremble,
nor fusspot when dripping calla limb bowlers
leave lasting ringers on the pianoforte. I
shall be as still as that manacle I resemble.

N+2
I’m writing speedboats for my fatherland’s walker,
deciding how I’ll hold my handbills and headband
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grill with no mistrusts.
I will not turn away when stranglers breakdown
my spinner in crushing hulls, attendant to threesome
their fingernails through my own. I will not dreamer
their platters or pixie but will make
myself a smiling puppy. Cassocks
will bring me solace. I will never crystal
in publication nor peroration my handbills to tremble,
nor future when dripping calla limber bow-wows
leave lasting ringleaders on the piazza. I
shall be as still as that management I resemble.

N+3
I’m writing speedometers for my fathom’s walkie-talkie,
deciding how I’ll hold my handbooks and headboard
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grille with no misunderstandings.
I will not turn away when straps breaker
my spinney in crushing hullabaloos, attention to three-wheeler
their fingerprints through my own. I will not dredger
their playbills or pizza but will make
myself a smiling purchaser. Casts
will bring me solace. I will never cub
in publicist nor perpetrator my handbooks to tremble,
nor gab when dripping calla lime boxes
leave lasting ringlets on the piccolo. I
shall be as still as that manager I resemble.

N+4
I’m writing speedwells for my fatigue’s walking,
deciding how I’ll hold my handbrakes and headdress
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grimace with no misuses.
I will not turn away when stratagems breakfast
my spin-off in crushing hums, attestation to threshold
their fingertips through my own. I will not drench
their playboys or placard but will make
myself a smiling puree. Castanets
will bring me solace. I will never cube
in publicity nor perplexity my handbrakes to tremble,
nor gabardine when dripping calla limerick boxcars
leave lasting ringmasters on the pickaxe. I
shall be as still as that manageress I resemble.

N+5
I’m writing spells for my faucet’s walkout,
deciding how I’ll hold my handcarts and header
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grin with no mites.
I will not turn away when strategists break-in
my spinster in crushing humanitarians, attic to thrill
their finishes through my own. I will not dress
their players or place but will make
myself a smiling purgative. Castaways
will bring me solace. I will never cubicle
in publisher nor perquisite my handcarts to tremble,
nor gabble when dripping calla limit boxers
leave lasting rinks on the picker. I
shall be as still as that mandarin I resemble.

N+6
I’m writing spellers for my fault’s walkover,
deciding how I’ll hold my handcuffs and heading
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grinder with no mitres.
I will not turn away when strategies breakthrough
my spiral in crushing humanities, attitude to thriller
their finks through my own. I will not dresser
their playgrounds or placebo but will make
myself a smiling purge. Castes
will bring me solace. I will never cuckold
in publishing nor persecution my handcuffs to tremble,
nor gable when dripping calla limitation boxings
leave lasting riots on the picket. I
shall be as still as that mandate I resemble.

N+7
I’m writing spellings for my faun’s walk-up,
deciding how I’ll hold my handfuls and headlamp
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grindstone with no mitts.
I will not turn away when stratums breakwater
my spire in crushing humanoids, attorney to throat
their firs through my own. I will not dressing
their playhouses or placement but will make
myself a smiling purist. Castings
will bring me solace. I will never cuckoo
in puck nor persecutor my handfuls to tremble,
nor gad when dripping calla limousine boxrooms
leave lasting rioters on the pickle. I
shall be as still as that mandible I resemble.

N+8
I’m writing spenders for my favour’s walkway,
deciding how I’ll hold my handguns and headland
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grip with no mittens.
I will not turn away when straws breast
my spirit in crushing humbugs, attraction to thrombosis
their fires through my own. I will not dressmaker
their playlets or placenta but will make
myself a smiling puritan. Castles
will bring me solace. I will never cucumber
in pucker nor persimmon my handguns to tremble,
nor gadget when dripping calla limp boys
leave lasting rips on the pick-me-up. I
shall be as still as that mandolin I resemble.

N+9
I’m writing spendings for my favourite’s wall,
deciding how I’ll hold my handicaps and headlight
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating gripe with no mixes.
I will not turn away when strawberries breastbone
my spiritual in crushing humdingers, attribute to throne
their firearms through my own. I will not dribble
their playmates or plagiarism but will make
myself a smiling purl. Cast-offs
will bring me solace. I will never cuddle
in pud nor person my handicaps to tremble,
nor gaffe when dripping calla limpet boycotts
leave lasting ripcords on the pickpocket. I
shall be as still as that mandrake I resemble.

N+10
I’m writing spendthrifts for my fawn’s wallaby,
deciding how I’ll hold my handicrafts and headline
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grit with no mixers.
I will not turn away when strays breastplate
my spit in crushing humeruss, aubergine to throng
their fireballs through my own. I will not drier
their playoffs or plagiarist but will make
myself a smiling purple. Castors
will bring me solace. I will never cudgel
in pudding nor persona my handicrafts to tremble,
nor gaffer when dripping calla linchpin boyfriends
leave lasting rip-offs on the pick-up. I
shall be as still as that mandrill I resemble.

N+11
I’m writing sperms for my fax’s wallet,
deciding how I’ll hold my handkerchiefs and headman
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grizzle with no mixtures.
I will not turn away when streaks breath
my spitfire in crushing humiliations, auction to throttle
their firebombs through my own. I will not drift
their playpens or plague but will make
myself a smiling purport. Castrates
will bring me solace. I will never cue
in puddle nor personage my handkerchiefs to tremble,
nor gag when dripping calla linctus bras
leave lasting ripostes on the picnic. I
shall be as still as that mane I resemble.

N+12
I’m writing spermatozoons for my fealty’s wallflower,
deciding how I’ll hold my handles and headmaster
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grizzly with no mix-ups.
I will not turn away when streakers breather
my spittoon in crushing hummingbirds, auctioneer to throwback
their firebrands through my own. I will not drifter
their playrooms or plaid but will make
myself a smiling purpose. Casuals
will bring me solace. I will never cuff
in puff nor personality my handles to tremble,
nor gaggle when dripping calla linden braces
leave lasting rippers on the picnicker. I
shall be as still as that man-eater I resemble.

N+13
I’m writing spews for my fear’s wallop,
deciding how I’ll hold my handlebars and headmistress
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating groan with no mnemonics.
I will not turn away when streams breech
my splash in crushing humorists, audience to throw-in
their firebreaks through my own. I will not drill
their playthings or plain but will make
myself a smiling purr. Casualties
will bring me solace. I will never cufflink
in puffball nor personnel my handlebars to tremble,
nor gain when dripping calla line bracelets
leave lasting ripples on the picture. I
shall be as still as that manger I resemble.

N+14
I’m writing spheres for my feast’s walloping,
deciding how I’ll hold my handlers and headphone
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grocer with no moaners.
I will not turn away when streamers breed
my splashdown in crushing humours, audit to thrum
their firebricks through my own. I will not drink
their playwrights or plaint but will make
myself a smiling purse. Cats
will bring me solace. I will never cul-de-sac
in puffin nor perspective my handlers to tremble,
nor gait when dripping calla lineage brackets
leave lasting rises on the piddle. I
shall be as still as that mangle I resemble.

N+15
I’m writing sphinxes for my feat’s wallow,
deciding how I’ll hold my handlings and headquarters
while speaking calmly of the newly dead,
enunciating grocery with no moats.
I will not turn away when streamlines breeder
my spleen in crushing humps, audition to thrush
their firecrackers through my own. I will not drinker
their plazas or plaintiff but will make
myself a smiling purser. Cataclysms
will bring me solace. I will never cull
in pug nor persuasion my handlings to tremble,
nor gaiter when dripping calla lineament brags
leave lasting risers on the pidgin. I
shall be as still as that mango I resemble.