
Twas sliven on the Crocken Tors
With nobens slimping glee,
And bottins grazed on fleeben vine
Along the Jundlebee.
A loben fogle came to wonk
Beneath a soog soog tree
For neegle flays he'd glumped that floon
To reach the Jundlebee.
"Come hither!" bleen a shoben voice,
"Come hither and come blee!
"Tis coben to be vodabel
Beside the Jundlebee."
The Fogle uten with a flan
But jeedle cleebon shee,
And with a tump he mungerden
Into the Jundlebee.
'Twas sliven on the Crocken Tors
With nobens slimping glee,
But now a fogle tillabad,
Within the Jundlebee.
"Sue 1979"
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Banjywon
Sue Chittenden an Australian who just dabbles in writing. Mostly stuff written when i was young and more idealistic. : )
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