when hashflew

a wheel of murglins
sleemahdons

wheeling circles

into the fading firsk. . .

the sky was thick

with weely frabes
or anxious beelzers bent  

from out the scandlous thirsk. . .

long of tooth and quick to run

let them howl and then to flee

it makes no difference hoo hah hee

if  sqwahks are pressed by wursk. . .

such a flurry, such a dither

marlons standing by the edge 

they got the news they knew was pale

so all are running so depursk. . .. . .

geezles gabble by the fling

and naught to land upon

threw the hawser hard alee
while the deckmen sing so blursk. . .

so do before the tides are neap

do bring them down to Banker's Grip
side by each into the fray
there be gimbels up the zirsk. . .    
they cast them off to stardom
into the cold blue deep. . .
some thought they knew the way
but they failed to see the beesk. . .
now where the weazzles sit

one by two i'd heard them say

here lurks the bonky oolakray
that feeler faced buzzeesk. 

2014