Waiting for Salvatore Dali

stands a griff, full of snarl,
is tranchant as a sneevil,
beezle nosed as is a chancher,
a snazzled firnster, bad of eye,
He wakes to frappis maybe sooner,
The griff is marksome and still is broon,
is riddle-rad and wastidoo
I wish he'd stay away from you.
Stands he there below the jarsk,
Fear him, geeds,
He wants your snurr, your purr,
Your peace and all your kingdom too