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Christmas day on planet E
each pine tree
the sky is tinsillated, stars replaced by screwy bulbs
and to top it all off – mind you, like a cherry on top
a fat man in a red suit is flying through outer space
a U N I V E R S A L catastrophe
Evelyn Judy Buehler
dark, fantasy, fear, fun, funny, hilarious, nonsense,
The rimpledeeduggs klacklety splatt britly floaming,
Ere flamping drakkurz snazzle at elvitty gloaming;
Yon jamweezy wudderslimps gamwracks smotly crawling,
Hoytaling pagartrimps flotlessly wrothful in bawling!
Beete stell ere yethle flagorns craithen yere eise,
Ort smoothle yourn mithredoons bakk toon codry skize;
Bodryluntz quidups moost stupuddle cudgely pierdax,
And zakkertic flibboots wraithling in yert tardly tracks!
get a load of this
utah backward is a sneeze
forgive me utes, please
O dubious malicious horribilus
cunnigfilux goodfornothingfilux nillux;
go to hellishbellish boomboodydoomland.
Mean notsoclean bullfart smellitnot
go punking dunking blunking monkeying
jumpingjack bigfat*** fullofmethanegas
evilus spiritus devious mischievous
coronavirus getitis gastritis meningitis,
run out helter skelter to wither thither
into a zypher cypher blither blackhole.
On a dark blickety night, when blukeness fell dim...
the Long-Haired Fraccet crawled 'neath a jaragula,
only to find that his solitude be disturbed by the nuisance of a raxxerbe.
Annoyed by his conderkful schwaggletine, he chulted through the Grenshew Ferbaan to seek vengeance. Torigid Fragues demolished his thoughts as he was cornfenced to return to his jaragula.
The moral of the story...
Never sleep 'neath the moon...when a Cardelium Octshubis Long-Haired Fraccet meets up with a raxxerbe...in the blickets of a dark night!
confusion, humor, nonsense,
A drunk has a question
for the bartender
"Hey!! Whazzup mah man!?
Fill dat to da brim, will ya?
And Oh, have you been so drunk out of yo
medulla oblongata ya blurted out
stuff ya thought were weird
like blaqbovyitch!! and yestrusri!!
to someone you were talking to
but they weren't weird after all
but then ya go and make it
weird by tryna make sense,
when ya made sense
in da first place;confusing the hell
outta yoself, like huh?
wondering "blacka blacka Whoa?"
and dat dude and dat moment
got really weird, real fast?
Neither have I. You? Is dat true?"
Bartender: Huh? That's it. No more drinks for you. I'm calling you a cab.
Date written: 05/31/2020
Into the posturnious zelbinger leapt the gryllous quindersnap.
Without the erstwhile zillip how it gubblprumed.
Gubblprume forinfinitever in splarchlike encumberance.
And thusways we prayt the quindersnap farewell.
Written for the Quoopisk Poetry Contest
In the poetic stylings of the Vogon