text_original: Flaunting beautiful flowers (which I greatly love), yet all the while spreading wicked roots out of sight, choking everything it lays hold of, turning up in the most unlooked for places—but there is no need to write more under this heading; a healthy crop of bindweed (and I never knew one that wasn't most irritatingly healthy) could give points to a preacher every Sunday in the year, and then have enough to spare for the week night services.
text_transcription: FLAUNTING BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS WHICH I GREATLY LOVE YET ALL THE WHILE SPREADING WICKED ROOTS OUT OF SIGHT CHOKING EVERYTHING IT LAYS HOLD OF TURNING UP IN THE MOST UNLOOKED FOR PLACES BUT THERE IS NO NEED TO WRITE MORE UNDER THIS HEADING A HEALTHY CROP OF BINDWEED AND I NEVER KNEW ONE THAT WASN'T MOST IRRITATINGLY HEALTHY COULD GIVE POINTS TO A PREACHER EVERY SUNDAY IN THE YEAR AND THEN HAVE ENOUGH TO SPARE FOR THE WEEEK NIGHT SERVICES
phonemes: flˈɔːntɪŋ bjˈuːɾifəl flˈaʊɚz (wˌɪtʃ aɪ ɡɹˈeɪtli lˈʌv), jˈɛt ˈɔːl ðə wˈaɪl spɹˈɛdɪŋ wˈɪkᵻd ɹˈuːts ˌaʊɾəv sˈaɪt, tʃˈoʊkɪŋ ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ ɪt lˈeɪz hˈoʊld ʌv, tˈɜːnɪŋ ˌʌp ɪnðə mˈoʊst ʌnlˈʊkt fɔːɹ plˈeɪsᵻz—bˌʌt ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ nˈiːd tə ɹˈaɪt mˈɔːɹ ˌʌndɚ ðɪs hˈɛdɪŋ; ɐ hˈɛlθi kɹˈɑːp ʌv bˈaɪndwiːd (ænd aɪ nˈɛvɚ nˈuː wˈʌn ðæt wˈʌzn̩t mˈoʊst ˈɪɹᵻtˌeɪɾɪŋli hˈɛlθi) kʊd ɡˈɪv pˈɔɪnts tʊ ɐ pɹˈiːtʃɚɹ ˈɛvɹi sˈʌndeɪ ɪnðə jˈɪɹ, ænd ðˈɛn hæv ɪnˈʌf tə spˈɛɹ fɚðə wˈiːk nˈaɪt sˈɜːvɪsᵻz.