Shmicle, Shmackle,
Poppylocks, and Sonderspacks,
Hit you fast and turn you back.
They make you do a double take
And say: "what the heck was that?
Those aren't words, they aren't worth
A say."
But I could go all day.
Bmjikop and Widdlepops
And Slitherslakerslop,
Are words that certainly pop!
Yes these are words!
They're my words,
and that's
All that matters at the end of the day.
Let's do a little word play,
I'll show you how it's done,
And soon you'll realize,
It's really quite a lot of fun!
Pick a number,
Any number between one and one hundred,
And from my mind I draw one,
I think I'll do thirteen!
Now take a look at the alphabet,
This what you'll get,
And pick thirteen of your choice,
But don't forget.
I like "Q" and "G",
Oh don't you see,
But I also like "R" and "O"
And "U" and "I" and "L" and "E"
Also seem favorable to me.
And two more I choose:
"M" and "S
Are ones that never lose.
Again I choose,
For I can use,
them more than once or twice,
Eleven, twelve, and thirteen,
Are "O" (Times two) and "I"
Now let's put it all together
For one last final show,
To see what we have made
For one last glorious go.
Now mix it all around we will get our finest,
The wonderfilled mystery word,
Would be something called
"Quigle-rompous"
Now you have all day,
Go and do some word play.
YOU ARE READING
Sailor's End
PoetryA book of poems, born from my spontaneous inspiration. All it takes is a bird on the wing, or a daydream, or complex thought to bring verse to life and give it meaning. This poetry book dances with the words knit into pages with a pen and tells of s...
