MystyrMystyry
05-27-2011, 10:07 AM
Now Kerplikkle's in Splinket, the Gluvverdly Jinket
Shall gorubble and singdance, frumpet and droobuble - upon a blug!
And all the Sog-mooogles become lixxome like Fluro-uugles,
But 'ticulously soggy and moistened of course is the drazzled Vilderdrug.
'Watch for Zukwaquoobling, my dear! Don't go near the Queangley beast, steer clear -
Its sharpened claws will slash, its heavy paws pound you! Fangs and jaws will leave a gash!
There are all manner of nasty whom with sauce will eat you in pasty,
But in the swamps beneath Moon mostly fear that Biobbligsuk Tridentergnash!'
'Of all the creatures to strictly avoid, and if not all your cunning must be deployed,
It babbles and burps, it coughs and it farts, and when it breathes it wheezes;
It's ghastly, tedious, unbearable - and ugly, hideous, and terrible;
It's rank and it reeks, that Ridiculous Poony Gibbs - ever upwind of breezes'
Grabbing her quiver and Plunsym Bow she waded long under Grumbling-Throw,
And in that time she heard the noise, smelt the stink, and glimpsed the grotesque sight;
For long that Murg Monster sought she, then watched a bit longer to see,
Was it the Poon of the swamps that stinks? Was it the Poony Gibbs? It is -this night!
She heard it splutter, and fart, and wheeze - her eyes watered in an attempt not to sneeze,
For its stink was so grave she felt she would die at its horrible stench!
The sky began to spiral around, and from this scene she thought to bound,
But the Gibbs, that Poon, overheard her swoon, moved toward our lass - alas too soon, and wrenched
A branch from off the Brylycrumb bush with which it prodded the leaves, and hush!
As near it morbled and shifted away, and farther, then it came back around,
For still she stood, though shaking and shiver, her hand had reached the trusty quiver,
And withdrew a handful of Chibbling arrows - poised ready to strike it down
A! C! D! and B! E! H! F! and G! Her tactical approach left nothing to see!
The arrows of Chibbling went Kerplinkety Plunk! The arrows went Kerplunkety Plink!
Its hide was thick and solid as bark, the arrows bounced without leaving a mark!
Though rubbery, and flubbery, and a little more blubbery, the arrows they did not sink!
'Futtink Tunk!' she gasped, 'O Bother!' and then quietly equipped another;
It groaned, and moaned, and something else, but then it slowed slower, and turned, and stopped, and thunk;
Quick she fired, and next again, and once more, with one for luck, and then:
Those arrows went Kerplunkety Plink! Those Chibblings went Kerplinkety Plunk!
From its sheath drew she the Bliggstone Spear, and this was held and aimed at its ear,
Because the Chibblings couldn't pierce its hideous flesh - and all it did was hum!
The thing turned blue, turned green, turned purple - but then a change from bleen through grurple
'I don't like this!' her teeth chattered aloud, and then in a flash the spear tore through its drum;
It went deep in where its brain should be, 'Merrily merrily! I've done it!' cried she;
Just to make sure she pushed it still further, until of course it came out the other!
'Done what?' the creature it splooked so slow, 'Ouch - my ear - it's an agony low..!'
'I've done you in!' our heroine yelped, 'And I've done it in revenge for my brother!'
'Who?' it enquired, 'What was his name? Did he try to kill me? Was that his game?'
'His name was Skerlikkitershplozj!' she cried, 'Family of Phlitsxhogsd - those who remain...'
'Never ate him!' it declared in defence, 'None of that name ever graced my presence!'
'Too bad - you're dead - and now we shall sing! For you were a filth - no need to explain!'
She pulled out the Bliggstone, and in a fit - a frenzy of bloodlust, kept stabbing at it:
In the eye and the mouth, in the nose and the throat, then gagged as the beast blasted one final great stink;
She quickly collected the Chibblings together, and ran back to home as light as on ether,
'I've done it!' she anounced, 'The swamps are safe, but these arrows - we'll need to improve them I think...'
.
Shall gorubble and singdance, frumpet and droobuble - upon a blug!
And all the Sog-mooogles become lixxome like Fluro-uugles,
But 'ticulously soggy and moistened of course is the drazzled Vilderdrug.
'Watch for Zukwaquoobling, my dear! Don't go near the Queangley beast, steer clear -
Its sharpened claws will slash, its heavy paws pound you! Fangs and jaws will leave a gash!
There are all manner of nasty whom with sauce will eat you in pasty,
But in the swamps beneath Moon mostly fear that Biobbligsuk Tridentergnash!'
'Of all the creatures to strictly avoid, and if not all your cunning must be deployed,
It babbles and burps, it coughs and it farts, and when it breathes it wheezes;
It's ghastly, tedious, unbearable - and ugly, hideous, and terrible;
It's rank and it reeks, that Ridiculous Poony Gibbs - ever upwind of breezes'
Grabbing her quiver and Plunsym Bow she waded long under Grumbling-Throw,
And in that time she heard the noise, smelt the stink, and glimpsed the grotesque sight;
For long that Murg Monster sought she, then watched a bit longer to see,
Was it the Poon of the swamps that stinks? Was it the Poony Gibbs? It is -this night!
She heard it splutter, and fart, and wheeze - her eyes watered in an attempt not to sneeze,
For its stink was so grave she felt she would die at its horrible stench!
The sky began to spiral around, and from this scene she thought to bound,
But the Gibbs, that Poon, overheard her swoon, moved toward our lass - alas too soon, and wrenched
A branch from off the Brylycrumb bush with which it prodded the leaves, and hush!
As near it morbled and shifted away, and farther, then it came back around,
For still she stood, though shaking and shiver, her hand had reached the trusty quiver,
And withdrew a handful of Chibbling arrows - poised ready to strike it down
A! C! D! and B! E! H! F! and G! Her tactical approach left nothing to see!
The arrows of Chibbling went Kerplinkety Plunk! The arrows went Kerplunkety Plink!
Its hide was thick and solid as bark, the arrows bounced without leaving a mark!
Though rubbery, and flubbery, and a little more blubbery, the arrows they did not sink!
'Futtink Tunk!' she gasped, 'O Bother!' and then quietly equipped another;
It groaned, and moaned, and something else, but then it slowed slower, and turned, and stopped, and thunk;
Quick she fired, and next again, and once more, with one for luck, and then:
Those arrows went Kerplunkety Plink! Those Chibblings went Kerplinkety Plunk!
From its sheath drew she the Bliggstone Spear, and this was held and aimed at its ear,
Because the Chibblings couldn't pierce its hideous flesh - and all it did was hum!
The thing turned blue, turned green, turned purple - but then a change from bleen through grurple
'I don't like this!' her teeth chattered aloud, and then in a flash the spear tore through its drum;
It went deep in where its brain should be, 'Merrily merrily! I've done it!' cried she;
Just to make sure she pushed it still further, until of course it came out the other!
'Done what?' the creature it splooked so slow, 'Ouch - my ear - it's an agony low..!'
'I've done you in!' our heroine yelped, 'And I've done it in revenge for my brother!'
'Who?' it enquired, 'What was his name? Did he try to kill me? Was that his game?'
'His name was Skerlikkitershplozj!' she cried, 'Family of Phlitsxhogsd - those who remain...'
'Never ate him!' it declared in defence, 'None of that name ever graced my presence!'
'Too bad - you're dead - and now we shall sing! For you were a filth - no need to explain!'
She pulled out the Bliggstone, and in a fit - a frenzy of bloodlust, kept stabbing at it:
In the eye and the mouth, in the nose and the throat, then gagged as the beast blasted one final great stink;
She quickly collected the Chibblings together, and ran back to home as light as on ether,
'I've done it!' she anounced, 'The swamps are safe, but these arrows - we'll need to improve them I think...'
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