A Little Bit of Slackjaw

Twas wooden, and my Ivy stick Did claggy with a cobbled tone. The moon, in shade rode whimsy high And whiffled with a moan. By hairy dog and camel toe I trundled on and farted, By gum and skinny teeth I went Unshaven and wholehearted. Hag I not seen but in a girth A womb of some renown- A creature from some other Earth Not cream, yet still not brown. I wooden, with my Ivy stick And waving with a fist Fought on with friendly foe in tow For valour, kin and Kist.