Abracadabrian?

Abracadabrian? Hmm, a style I’ve not known.

Borne from phonemic -- a class all its own.

Clash of the tongue, against lips, teeth, and gum.

Does one even care for this blithering song?

Enter the dragon, with its roaring vibrations; the

Fierceness of fricatives and wily ‘cantations.

Give ear, give song, pour full out libations.

Hoist up the cup and be drunken with mood.

If one nary besets it, ‘tis more than a prude -- as this piece is in

jest… a mere lit’ry cartoon.

Kinder in thoughts, childlike and free, a

linguistic circus to the Nth degree.

Mingle a jingle with poetic affair, the words of a

nerdling, constructed with care.

Oh, my dear Lord, this piece, I declare!

Please, someone stop it, it’s now run amuck.

Quacky and quirky – hey wait, what the phluck?

Reel it on back. Now,

steady she blows.

This ship’s gone off course, and near time to close.

Under swift tongue and cheek, by

verse, deprehend.

What, it’s now over, time’s up…I must end?

X-ercise your rights to write as you please.

Yield not to censure, to praise nor appease. For the

Zeal of the scribe is ever to tease.