The nettle’s thorn rebuked me but then its axial organs prodding the clay galvanized me but then its needles reproached me but then its radicles thrusting through the grime roused me but then its spikes cautioned me but then its tubers ramming through the sludge thrilled me but then its pricks chided me but then its cambial activity jabbing the dust incited me but then its spicules upbraided me but then its nubs poking the loam provoked me but then its spurs warned me but then its wurzels raiding the ooze titillated me but then its barbs scolded me but then its laterals jamming the muck goaded me.