Glory hallestoopid!
Kick that nozzfoggle
monster
to the back
of the drearidome!
Someday she'll
wiggle the tiggle
the way you want her to,
all wet and slippery,
sticky as teriyoku sauce.
No,
the way forward
is strewn with
hibblefly mooklers
and they've not come
berating gifts.
So, try not to feel
all persnucka-reefal
just because
your yarblebarbles
are filling with
pus-like sploosherinka.
Your day with come,
little gonche-felber
and you'll ride
that flesh covered,
love masheeeen
late into that
silky, dark
milkimoonlight,
oinshkle-bobbing
and friztle-rippling
until Morpheus
drills the
sono-mushke
deep inside
and you finally
cum
literal buckets,
which has to
be seen
to be
bereaved.
Oh good heavens! I am laughing SO hard!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is my big-time favorite:
"So, try not to feel
all persnucka-reefal"
I remember hearing John Lennon read some of his poetry, which was very Lewis Carroll inspired, so... thanks.
ReplyDeleteYour day with come,
ReplyDeletelittle gonche-felber
and you'll ride
that flesh covered,
love masheeeen
late into that
silky, dark
milkimoonlight,
Love the rhythm of this!
I laughed at the humor while laughing at myself for not comprehending all the gobbledygook
ReplyDeleteHa.. very much like Lewis Carol...
ReplyDeleteI always know I will enjoy myself here.
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