So craddy

go ye out among the frappis
slithering at the edge,
frathering by the nibber,
brisking in the ledge:
wusking with the reetee,
those geebee at their norbs
stand they out among the rest,
they fear and dread the orbs,
your crasker oh so craddy
and your diriggercat so glien
they will not take your dirbah
but they know just what you mean,
the whelking all in fervor
and the rogah ever loud,
nor will a frizzy snurra
ever do his brethern proud,
at such a cridden cradder
is a snipper in a fog
just a little sneller snoothie
sniffing out a hurl of grog,
they gather in a homsom
farkened at the snidge
with a sky of purple feathers
and a Frappis on the Flidge.

1980