The Dingybat
snarfuling quietly into the night
the dingybat warbles along
mumbling hoarsely it searches the sky
and offers its conferminine song
a squealing whistle of infinite wail
it calls to its brumbles behind
to stay closes at hand in the forbleezing night
or the sleekers will be most unkind
a squealing whistle of infinite wail
it calls to its brumbles behind
to stay closes at hand in the forbleezing night
or the sleekers will be most unkind
out of a darkening jungle of thorn
it slides and it slithers with care
for maybe ahead by the fork in the trail
lies the dreaded eight-legged zhare
so trundling gamely they flounder and wisp
they horkingly frither and fratt
its a hot humid dreadnought of diddling fear
in the land of the morgeeling ratt.
2013
so trundling gamely they flounder and wisp
they horkingly frither and fratt
its a hot humid dreadnought of diddling fear
in the land of the morgeeling ratt.
2013
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