Pustulous Gibbercruncheon

A Poem of Love


Of all thy fastened nublets, latcherous upon yon gasterous lumpeon,
There were none as did womble and ozulate so flapperously,
As that nestled glabstulous bogundreon, squasterous as a flatted Toad.

Like a dastrian Nobule seeks to trondle and jorlate its plasterous gibbets,
I, too, yearn to flounstrate and knobble yon liquid oozeon.

Do not allow me quibberous bronking in gaberflastulous, perflunking spittle,
Lest my drobulous crotishings unbluster thine oovunctious jowels.

Hark! Yon scvunctioneer quibbeth!