Post by parttimepoet on Oct 31, 2009 21:00:09 GMT -5
Down across the mire, lived
the Meaty Bigatoo,
In his fiddly waddy kipple,
on the Doddle by the Skew.
Oh the mighty Skew was thundering
down the Niddler, in a rush,
Breaking fiddly waddy kipples,
Turning Doddles near to mush!
Well the Meaty Bigatoo,
put the spoodle into action -
and he wound the Mardy Toodle -
got a snig on said contraption.
Just as Skew came shlapping,
Mardy Toodle got to work,
old Niddler stippled kipples,
and the Toodle tipped the querk!
Meaty Bigatoo was happy -
and the Skew was ribbled raw,
but the fiddly waddy kipple, and
said spoodle are no more!
the Meaty Bigatoo,
In his fiddly waddy kipple,
on the Doddle by the Skew.
Oh the mighty Skew was thundering
down the Niddler, in a rush,
Breaking fiddly waddy kipples,
Turning Doddles near to mush!
Well the Meaty Bigatoo,
put the spoodle into action -
and he wound the Mardy Toodle -
got a snig on said contraption.
Just as Skew came shlapping,
Mardy Toodle got to work,
old Niddler stippled kipples,
and the Toodle tipped the querk!
Meaty Bigatoo was happy -
and the Skew was ribbled raw,
but the fiddly waddy kipple, and
said spoodle are no more!
