A squill may be a trumpky gling
For it could shill me squardymere
To squaggels that will make me tring
Or have me umking in sapeer
And yet I find my spo have thweed
To mulk upon a hiwaku
So I’ll suhwin and blolloweed
The runk is surely dondihu!
So I will frit out of the slore
And leave the friggles of the clee
There are punnaces to sapore
How could I not be dundamee?
Who knows what flabbles I runkee
Or who will dankle on the way
The squilling grig’s the grig for me
And that is why I finfilee!
At dVerse, Tony Maude has asked us to write nonsense poetry today. For inspiration, he showed us a few poems by the likes of Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear. I chose to write a piece somewhat in the style of Carroll.