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Preface: So I was up all night last night writing a massive amount (totalling 100 lines) of poetry. Needless to say, after slogging my way through rondeaus, sonnets, and kyrielles, I was about to my limit. My solution? Start making crap up. Anyway, this poem provides a revealing and some might say frightening look at my sleep-deprived psyche.

Pure Nonsense (With apologies to Lewis Carrol)

The thadrury thinder sat thickening long
And looking all thatchy from leafy-long prong.
A flea-flicking finnerer flitted and flong
From the finstering flannigands to said leafy prong.

The glommering glibtruck grabbled along
Gibbering glibly and glinging a gong.
A ruby-red rimring relinquished his song
To the ringing and ranging and rung of said gong.

And a hurrying howlinger hobbled and hrong
Hergething, hamming, and horking a hwong.
Whilst a wheeling whitebearder wheezed wizelong
Wooting a whirlybird into said gong.

So the glommering glibtruck she glibbered right twong
And glommed onto Gooey, that son of a kwong.
And zip ziffer zoodah and zimmery zan,
The zeebles and zeepas all zlop-zlop and span.

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