A Briney Brew

Wer curthing in a briney brew All gurglin’ such a slimy stew Did mousey chap a laddle tilt And fill his fizzog til owt it spewt. Poor butcherin was seen at fault The growly hag had bowed it owt All eyes and nerdles floated ins With scum on tip and squirky things Gungey green with pursed haze, The taste of such ner amaze Glopular grizzle and snotty lumps A wicked stench like ‘is ol pumps 4 and 20 guest were due At half past now or wer it 2 Seatles set, naplings laid A feastling on which deposits paid. A pinch of twist, a corbage stalk Perhaps a teeny weeny grit of snork Just slick it owt, wince a bit En grab a tizzle, lest it slip. The festers there, best be quick Light the cammbly thing sticks, En turn down the sights We’ll curse their senses, so no frights Let’s brow out the glooping mess With silver service, all fancifulness. A roaring cheer a grand success Crown im up a MasterChef.