The Grobbelgriffy Bagenbowel

The Grobbelgriffy Bagenbowel swoopled through the haze ,

and horramandies freakydunked beneath its fearsome gaze.

Shifting, switching, needlepitching: the fear, it made me sick ,

as its thousand eyes, like scintilliar spies, ogled after ick .

The weevle monster’s schicker-stick swished from side to side ,

Hunting through the hodgepodge with this sound its only guide

Think-defracting pricklehairs from neck down to my boots ,

warned me of the horrors faced as I clawed a desperate route.

Tired, scared and thornypawed, I handyneesed my way ,

From hideyhole to hideyhole towards the light of day.

Ragged breath, slooping strength and fraying fortitude ,

Would I ever elude the talons of the screeching demonbrood ?

Then I scried a path up a vertical shaft and climbed towards the sun ,

A narrow ascent, but I felt content; for certain, my escape was done.

I was in the clear, or so it appeared, as I flopped down ‘neath the blaze ,

When a giant maw gobbled through the floor and I was swallowed by the maze.