robinbloke | Nonsense poetry

Bibble ye softly my fruppled doves
Coo softly through your tepid toes
Frisk swiftly as the neeboes groan
and fleeches sing their gentile hove.

Fluff their gizzards, peel their neeves
Poke their trooples, scorn their creed
Flap your froopie curling scorn
Wrap your whispering fluted notes