The Sckimple and the Scallywag
Climbed the Farthvart Hill
And threw stones
At little Philomena,
A worker at the mill
But a policeman shouted
Jubstert kor an Grast
Which made the pair
Run away
So very very fast
To lay low until the end of day
Which sadly would
Turn out to be
Their very
Last
You See. . . .
The policeman searched
But did not find their little hidey hole
As they hid beneath the Yarmalickle Bush
Until dark and they heard the scuffering of a Mole
But it was a foolish thing for them to do
As there are beasts lurking
In the gloomy gloomy dark
And as they stood up
To go back home
They were then eaten
By a large mutant
Vampire (and slightly deranged)
Snark
So, this is like a prequel to Alice in Wander Land meets Fredenstein.
ReplyDeleteThat is a great way of describing it Mr ESB. I rather like that.
DeleteThe veRy neXt chance there is a special situation that justly needs it, I will loudly eXclaim, "Jubstert kor an grast!!!" - I wiLL try and remember to give you the audience's reaction.
DeleteIs it Hindi for anything?
DeleteThe Lil Man would like it to be known that he "appreciates and enjoys the complexity" of your poem.
ReplyDeleteHe's a strange one ain't he?
I am always pleased to hear that the Lil Man is reading the blog. Maybe I should have a think about a suitable Lil Man Poem. . . (I cant guarantee that these poems tend to happen rather than me actually thinking about them).
DeleteBut thanks both as always.