'Tis Naught But Jabberish

Jabberishy

‘Twas Thursday night on Monday morn
Did crinch and cryngle on the boaf
All twimsick were the cheetalopes
And the hyoo flaffs fidloaf.

Zoom zoom the Branglebogs mi’lad
The choom that skwank, the vram that gangk.
Sendoop the garpletom and vad
The smarlish gigglepan!

He took his pencil and his pad
(Eons passed by as on he tread)
So camped he ‘mong the cryberry bush
And wrote of Gilead.

And! As in muselish frame he wrote
The Branglebogs’ effluvium
Came flarting through the bramblan
And skidgered as it came.

Eins, Zwei, Eins, Zwei! And thruff, and thruff!
His number two went Cricky-crack!
He broke its lead and dropped his head
And came, a sulking back

And hast though writ the Branglebogs?
No, my dear? Then go to your room
No soup! For you, an empty spoon!
He castigated the buffoon.

‘twas Thursday night on Monday morn
Did crinch and cryngle on the boaf
All twimsick were the cheetalopes
And the hyoo flaffs fidloaf.