What now, they ask, the Frappis. . .?

standing all together
are the grumbahs in a crail
the gooneroles seem duddy
and weak upon the trail. . .
meelers in their fraska
rhombers in the trace
horn to horn they frather
as they slaver face to face. . .
morka and daloonga
reaching to their limits
the frappis reeled about in snerd
hoping for the zimmits. . .
stunned they were by zider zee
galloompah and the gweezals
'twas an awful price to pay
for butterflies and weezels. . .
mad and sad and walloped
they trudged their way along
knowing not what lay ahead
they whanged the baleful gong.

1999