80. Words [100 poems challenge]

80.          Words

Hark, the mirls of gagwins skelping
Froways round the grawling froond,
Comes the squermin, rifers jelping,
Wilking on the nebrous toond.
In the grull, the nacile hutchers
Nilt the frimlies one by one,
While lefilliers zend the snutch, as
Two lone gagwins pewl the jun.

Then, in hawlence, dirdoils gansered,
Hutchers chull the squermin’s fose,
Frimlies sharl the yetting banserd
On the lefilletic ploze.
Durkling frooms the skelping fanchion,
Chades the mirls of dendrim cands,
And the gagwins harse the granchion
As the squermin raifs the wrands.

14 July 2013

Comments: Yes, well; that was a bit of self-indulgence, and it would be wrong not to acknowledge the rather obvious influence (rip-off???!!!) of Lewis Carroll. There have been times when writing my other poems that I have wished I could find rhymes this easily! If I ever become famous people can spend ages working out what this is about. Perhaps I should offer a prize for the best interpretation. In any case, it was, however, an interesting exercise in parts of speech. It also gave Word’s red squiggly line feature a bit of a workout!

Themes to come: 81. Pen and Paper; 82. Can You Hear Me? 83. Heal; 84. Out Cold; 85. Spiral

Explanation about the 100 poems challenge here.