The Grobelys and the Wobbletobes
How sweetly they do sing
But my lobes are clothly, dear
So I don’t hear a thing.
The Flabberdoes in chorus do
Proclaim the buds of spring
But my bloobs have cloudy gone
So I can’t see it pring.
I wish I were a scroteish lad
An’ I were lube again
Then I’d flounce upon a branch
And durble in the rain
I’d skip and skop and flap and plop
All seasons to proclaim
And in the nurdly summerslime
I’d glubble in a drain.
And would you glubble with me love?
And would you gurgash too?
I so truly wish you would
For I would gurgash you!
You’re the king of the neologisms. 😊
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They’re fun, aren’t they? I’d be happier to accept the kingly crown you offer if I didn’t have the uncomfortable feeling I create some psuedowords without meaning to…
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I needed a good laugh! You do Edward Lear proud!
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🙂
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A little Jabberwocky?
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….ish.
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Loving the wordplay! 🙂
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Love it!
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I’m sure you’ll include a dictionary with this? I always tell my husband that writers are neologists. You’re the proof.
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